It is a burden. A curse. A permanent thought engraved on the brain. One always present, on the back of the mind, controlling everything. How to move. How to talk. When to come and when to leave. It’s the weakness of the strongest human brain, focusing on something it knows it cannot have. Never. Maybe.
27th October 2015 There’s no easy way to say this. No nice words, no embellishments to make this situation better. I’m dying and there’s nothing I can do about it. There’s no cure, no hope for me to get well, to recover and go back home to my family. I’m stuck here. I’m a prisoner in this hospital bedroom, and there’s no escape. I know that I will spend my last day in here, my last breath will disappear into