There was a time, everything was as expected. Get up before the light, sit down before my computer and write until the light has left. Things used to be so ordered for me, but anymore, this life’s about as amorphous as they come. A fear of change has sedated me, and with its lingering, a great bitterness has fallen over me. It’s about time it left. Back into the fray.

The Shape of Death

With but a few exceptions, we create life in the same crude fashion. It is the shape of our death that makes us unique. I take comfort in that.

© Thomas Amaro 2017