It’s so real I can almost touch it. Death hangs over me like cheese dripping off an over greased piece if pizza. Like alcohol off the breath of a bored and scared teenager.
Everywhere I look there are reminders of the beauty and love I will be leaving behind.
I am not doing well. Every day I can see deterioration. I have been here before but this time it’s for real. There is nowhere to run. I am out of ideas. Only death can leave this place unharmed. I am not as strong as death.