Fault lines and crevices.

I want to say that Im ok. Because, by all accounts, I am. On the surface anyway. I go about my day, I work, I play, and I do everything in between. Then I realise that one day Im not going to be able to, and my world crumbles a little. Just a little. It hurts my heart, putting little crevices in it. Little fault lines that are barely cracks. But there are so many there that they definately make thier presence known. I dont know how to stomach the feeling. I think Im suffering from indegestion. I cant fix the problem because I never know exactly whats wrong. Fear of the future? Check! Doing my best to live in the moment because I firmly believe that I have no future? Check!