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What is this? Why do I continue to maintain coherent thoughts?
How does the clock downstairs still chime at noon everyday, while I lay here alone?
It should be impossible to carry a reasoned thought with only half my being present. I felt as though a blank, non-existent state would be more appropriate.
Maybe if I lay her long enough time will stop.
So I can fade.
Each day I lay here felt like sprinting a ten-mile race to oblivion. I was never going to reach my goal. My body ached as if I had been working out to hard.
The pain increased each day as just lying here, existing became harder with each passing sun. I could almost feel the blood slowly crawling through my veins.
It was one of the only reminders that I hadn't been lost to the darkness.
I choked on my breath, wishing it would stop coming to fuel my pointless thoughts. The oxygen burned my throat as it tried to fill my constricted lungs. My short thin gasps were all I could here at times.
Another reminder of what was just out of reach.
I thought about what this could be.
Life was not the same as existence. From the slow vibrating pulse that echoed in my head I could tell that I was barely maintaining existence. It was as if my heart was in a coma. Mangled and broken so it could only serve half its purpose.
What was the point of even half a life when such as vital soul and will had gone missing?
Not missing but left having no interest in a slow weak dependant.
The pain abruptly seized my overwhelmed mind.
I faded…