1019.

Even an attempt
at reversals finds itself
turned inwards. Eating.

1018.

Is this misshapen
lure the pull of spring? Give and
take with death's sidebar?

1017.

An eternity
made of Sisyphus and that
damn futile effort.

1016.

Apparently there
is no escaping this hill
once the boulder starts.

1015.

Slave to a life built
entirely of hormones
and their destruction.

1014.

Then my body just
follows along. The happy
little puppeteer.

1013.

Are these twinges and
palpitations real or just
some script my mind reads?