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Contemplation of mortality's got my tongue
Martyr
wilowisp
Not much to record tonight.  I feel my own mortal nature incredibly close lately, and tonight it strikes me hard.  I want to believe that it is a chemical imbalance, a malaise of the mind that makes me dwell so.  I hope that I may laugh at myself one day, forty years in the future, thinking that I would die so soon.  For now, I hope I can quell the endless worry long enough to fall into a fitful slumber.
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