I'm teetering on the precipice of a great shift; towards/from what, I am yet uncertain, though certain I be of its impending.
From complacency to misery?
From comparable despair to true complacency?
From either of the latter to an as yet unknown joy?
I cannot know. And this knowledge deficit is exacerbated by the unquestionalbe knowledge of soon unknown occurence.
Having eaten past my fill, my stomach churns,
considering amending this overfullity;
juxtaposingly, the emptiness gnaws naggingly, begging satiation.
I feel myself expand physically over my shrinking interior, and frantically struggle to divine a mutual remedy, but in my inferior constitution I lack the capacity for such divination.
Again am I forced to turn to higher powers,
though I do so ashamedly for the tardiness of my appeals...
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