Yet, as I laid there in my hospital bed, again, with the weight of an elephant on my chest, trying to gulp in those four deciliters of air that I could manage to keep me conscious and the morbid visions of how my funeral would be if that weight would increase just ever so slightly more, I couldn't help thinking...
Maybe, just maybe, I should have made a wish on that falling star...
I, in my ignorance didn't wish for anything. For I already felt I had it all...
how...arrogant...
From now on, I will make wishes on falling stars...so I at least will not think about it the next time I lie there trying to survive...
WOW so beautiful as usual your words always amaze me it makes me think of regrets and when people take advantage of what they got and take for granted what they have and are regretting it on there death bed (well almost death bed)
ReplyDeleteYes, lets hope I won't have to go that far...
Deleteoh lol I'm sure that won't happen xxxx
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