#Writing #Death #Hospital
Time to feel the sands of time scraping against your skin.
The way the fog lifts and you see forever to eternity.
You think of these things as you rest in your hospital bed, hearing the machines around you make frantic noises. People rushing around you, moving you, injecting fluids into you. But you can't see any of that. Only the looming horizon of forever you see as your physical body becomes untethered from your soul.
Welcome to forever.