Very little time left. Hit that dreadful mark of less than six months. Pulling from every place inside me to put this incomprehensible scorching firing flame that ignites my agonizing daily pains. Time is getting shorter. So, are my patience. Find myself sitting in the house waiting… For what you might wonder.. Everyday I to ponder.. Go back to bed. Cover my head.. In less than six months from now my soul will be dead. Trying to find any reason to accept this truth. Publicly my head holds high. Inside another story.. Tormenting and infecting. An untold story some shall remain. Quarantined fully contained. When your time is running short what would you choose to do? While restricted. Feels as though everyone’s monitoring you. Waking up is difficult. Falling asleep near impossible. Realign the focus of my mind on the possible. My heart breaks for our chosen fate. A rebirth, incarnate shall soon take place… I’m so afraid. I must be brave. Embrace this time that’s left. Reminding myself this is another one of Gods tests..
Lesson: Only the strong survive.