Premonition.

My journal is far away, so I'm going to write this here because I feel like saying something to no one.

Everything is on the brink, and right now everyone is winding their intimate metaphysical clocks in anticipation of the next deafening phenomenon. They're waiting for a climax, but this is it. For me.
They don't know that my favorite part is when premonition is at the brim, and I plummet forward towards it and take a colossal swig.
This is it. For me.