November 3, 2007
There is a creaking where there used to be nothing. Free flowing it was but now there is something, like glue like fog pushing its way through my body. There are aches there is pain, a portion of me has been claimed. Is it aging? Is it my life as it wanes? I remember when this wasn’t so, when the fog rolled in slow, remaining only in my mind sometimes extending to my heart, but I suppose that is how it is at the start. Beginning so slowly but moving faster with the years, shooting through the veins propelled by fear.