thrilled to my senses

dear jesus christ

i woke up today and greeted you like i do on all days (it is the split in a second "these days", the mysterious word-phrase for those fallen from grace)

all of age seems like an exercise in losing senses. "remember when" i could feel a tingle of being alive, in realizing i was made, i was breathing, i was a gift.. there it is, right there. but faint and more like a shiver, as if my nerves are not used to responding to such expressions of wonderment. and "remember when"