A Dying Person's Rambling
I'm pretty convinced. The symptoms are clear. I realize it with a certainty.
I'm about to die.
I seem to lose my will to live. What is the point? Dreary, weary days stretching in front of me... Hollow ones. I am devoid of anything. Something is lacking. I look at things indifferently. My joints are frozen, my limbs stiffen in desperation. I am sinking, falling from grace... heading towards malicious doom in limbo zone.
Who am I? A wife. A mother-to-be. A daughter. A friend. A confidant. A lover. An angel. A demon. A woman? Tousled hair and flushed cheeks. Eyes burning with such an intensity. A heart that is liable to shatter and then resurrect itself.
Even in this hazy fog I know one thing: I am I.
A dying creature.
Suffering from incessant cough and constant dizziness. Depressed to the very core--wishing and hoping this phase would end soon.
Influenza always manages to drag me to the bottom...