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...
