On Aging

So I'm watching a YouTube video, "Down To The River To Pray." Suddenly the timbre of the girl's voice and the lyrics and the harmonies come together behind my eyes. All alone in the house, I start crying. Softly whispering the song to myself. Goosebumps creeping down my arms the whole while.

Don't know where that came from.

Aging sucks.

Aging is sublime.

And abhorrent.

And flawless.