Observing Life and Death.

I wrote this last week while observing in a hospital waiting room.


Life. Death. I don't know. I am so overwhelmed with emotions right now. I don't think I have ever seen a human body so limp and lifeless. I know life is in there trapped within layers of the body's decaying habits and mortality. His mind is trying to muster all of his thoughts and emotions but disease is slowly creeping up on him.

I hear his other on the phone. Fearing being called a widow one more time. Life is being gambled. Pace back and forth. 50/50 chance. She can't let go. More cries. This is a routine that will end today.(so thought)

They pray for the virus to exit his aged body. Prayer is 50/50 as well.They have hopes of his soul breaking free if the odds are not in his favor. They expect him to fly to a mythical place written about in books. It ties them over if the virus claims victory. It is almost like a sick game their god likes to play- I don't buy it. I know in the back of their mind they question: "What if when you die, nothing happens? What if it's blackness? What if you play your life like a film? What if you just linger around this dimension?" I'm terrified to find out. I'm sure he is too.
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He was pale. Beep.Beep. He moans, yearning to speak. To give his goodbyes. To pronounce his love to all those he knows. TO PRONOUNCE HIS LOVE TO LIFE!
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(I will add more later.)