Limbo.

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Nothing sexy or witty today.  Nor for the past weeks.  Worse has been know... or unknown but lost.  No better has been held, save in dreams.  On the edge of greater darkness I linger, looking for a handhold so as to prevent a slide into the abyss.  I cannot be sure if something has been found or if the mere effort is keeping me close enough to the edge to at least see some light.  Never before have I been this close and yet been able to try.  I cannot tell you of that darkness, only hope you never come to know it.  Painkillers, native or manufactured, cannot help you there, as little of it as you will feel it is worse than most could bear.  So, even numb and rough I cling to the brink with everything I can muster.

Mood music.  Just a few songs.  They aren't exciting, joyous, terrible, profound, only... true.  They do expose my position well.  Enjoy, or... not.




Still holding on.  So very tired though.  Hmm, maybe I will try to get out tomorrow, in the day.  Later.