On the rise

Or it rather feels like that after being buried down deep the black hole with my birthday as an epicenter. It feels like that today at least, that is. Which is more than I’ve hoped for anyway. If I’ve hoped for whatever at all, of course. Which I haven’t. Lately I go as far as to make it through each day unscratched. “Tomorrow” seems more of a contingency rather than a certainty although with very high chances for occurrence.