I’ve been feeling fat and flabby, underwhelmed and uninspired.

Manage most days to rise from bed. Nothing more I see required.

I’ve been falling into nothingness. Nothingness is dark and dim.

Like a shallow mournful existence. Wherein no choirs are singing hymn.

Those silver linings they are hiding. Beneath the shadows down the hall.

And nothing good will come this way. There’s still time for one last call.