All that is
And thus begins the fade…and the downward spiral into bemusement, insanity.
Checking email incessantly. Every minute that passes, another painful glimmer of hope. Blur through the motions, but axis firmly anchored.
Shallow breaths. In a hypoxic chamber until I hear. Need that oxygen.
Food. Then more food. My laughing friend. Pathetic consolation in an indefinite stretch.
And just as I’m about die, he comes back. A fucking breakthrough. Like someone has breathed electric air into my fucking core, my bones tingle. Mind altering relief. I might burst. I’m alive again.