Today's of the Past

The sensation of pain is... the norm.  The days so close together make an enigma of what life is to be lived, yet one must go on to the next day knowing what is to come, without a doubt of what to expect, as if life were predetermined... an abyss of knowledge that leaves one in perpetual aberrant dismay, troubled by the knowledge that tomorrow brings what today's remnants could not complete. Holistic pain and the unbearable reality that today is no better than tomorrow when yesterday is as most today's of the past.