The worst part about thinking I might die was You. It’s like all I wanted was your comfort. If that was the end? I wanted you to be with me. Even if only in spirit. Instead I have nothing. I reached our. But I also did that knowing there was a 99.9% that i would be ignored. I imagine the next time someone contacts you regarding me will probably be my death. Which is either coming soon. Or is a long way down the road. So much so that contacting you will not be realistic. If I hadn’t accepted reality. I sure as hell have met it head on this time. Of course it’s me that is about to pass out and writes the above message on my phone in case I die. Sure enough after I wrote that I alerted the nurse. & Promptly lost consciousness. Mustered every ounce of energy I had left to leave a message that would fall upon deaf ears. I’m done for. I’ll just try to enjoy the rest of this as much I possibly can.
Lastly, a Neruda Sonnet that may capture my emotions better than I can at this point:
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea’s aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:
so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
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