Happy one-year-closer-to-the-grave-day.

The clock is my enemy, the calendar my sworn foe.

I see a massive demon with eyes like clock faces, eating, devouring everything in sight....youth, vitality, opportunity, choices made. The firm, the solid, the clean...into the demolished, the crumbling, the filthy. All for the love of its insatiable appetite. Ever hungry, ever empty, it constantly fills itself while never filling itself at all.

And now it has eaten another year of me.