#98

i knew this time would come. all time comes eventually. it never matters how much time has come before, we're never truly prepared.
now is the part when i'm supposed to reflect on my life's deeds. what have i done worth noting? what have i done that reflects a life's work? i have been a son, i have been a husband. an adversary. i have been the law, and an obsession of the law.
the obesession is coming over that ridge. i was camped there last night. moving here, it bought me an extra day, and what happened today? i built a fire, i washed each of my wounds. i thought of my love, cold in the ground, warm in the Sky.
they are coming quickly, and i have finally come to terms with a final, violent blow.