Something’s Afoot

I know not what.

Grim foreboding bleeds onto the edges, seeps into the cracks, and a body simply cannot shake the feeling that more good days are behind us than lay ahead. It just may be the time to come to grips with the answers to all of the questions you’ve put off pondering, take stock of the few things matter, and the many things that don’t, reckon with where you stand on the balance sheet and start contemplating resolution.
The sun comes up about as often as it goes down, when all the tits are titted and the jigs jigged, but more out of obligation to a previous inertia than to the promise of a better tomorrow.
You know you were born, but only on account of someone else’s testimony.
It’s really all you’ve got to go on…