It is time.
I know it is.
I want to get up, but
my body refuses to move. I try calling out, but my voice betrays me. Closing my
eyes, I listen to my heart beat. still breathing..but deep down I was already
dead.
I can't fight any
more. It's nature's call for me, and I have to abide.
I slowly manage to
turn my head towards the left. Everything looks hazy, but I can see my grand
daughter scribbling on the walls of the room. I naturally smile, my heart
lightens. I was once just like her. Carefree and young. I had life in me. But
now.. Lifeless I feel, just like a flower, slowly withering away. My fragrance,
lost.
I look outside the
window. If I could, then I would capture everything I see. Unclear they are,
but at least I can see. The birds chirp, and the atmosphere gradually cools.
It is evening. Time
to return home, and the same applied to me. As the sun slowly begins to set,
the colours blind me..and I start to drift away.
My journey had begun.
Shades of yellow are
slowly enveloped by those of orange, just like my youth was gradually taken
over by old age. Life goes on, and change is inevitable.
Transition.. I was
always scared to face what lay beyond. But now, lying here, I watch the colours
change..silently, counting every breath of mine. Feeling each heart beat.
Yellow..still
breathing.
Orange..still alive.
Red..
And then, it all went
black.
They're moving me,
touching me. But I feel nothing. I smell fragrance, I hear sounds.
But I feel empty, my
soul - light.
I carry no burden, no
possession. Slowly I begin to drift into the universe. And then, I see
light..and I know that this is not the end. There is nothing to fear.
Tomorrow, the sun
will rise again, and soon I will bloom again.
Till then, I will fly
with the wind..cherishing the life I was gifted with.
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