Life is so fragile, so fleeting. Every breath has the potential to be our last. Did I Live? How many days did I waste as I too withered away? I see all the missed opportunities flashing before me like a flip-book. I see all the times I was too afraid to jump because of the… Continue reading If I Die Before I Wake
I'm down to my skin and bone, and my Mommy, she can't put down the phone, and stop asking how I'm doing all alone.