We are dying.
All of us.
Pause.
We, in a way, started dying as soon as we were born.
Pause.
I had a sports injury.
Patellofemoral pain, or commonly called ‘runners knee’.My knee had decided to infuriate me.
I limped my way for about two weeks.
I didn’t really rest… I was trying to be ‘super’.
‘The patella is damaged’.
Patella…I only knew my knee as ‘right knee’.
I didn’t think there were separate parts to it.
Like a skeleton to a body…
Kryptonite.
I may come across as some type of hypochondriac.
Illnesses and injuries are a delicate topic, they make me
really anxious. But who doesn’t feel this way?
The line between life and death so undefined.
Death- as I see it, could find us anywhere. Any day, any
time of day.What if no one remembers me?
The sun will rise for at least 5 billion more years, but my existence is limited.
My expiry date due.
But when?
The ink is blurry…
What happens after that?
Dreamless sleep?An encounter with the unconscious?
Silence.
Quiet.
A sharp pain in my knee reminds me that I am still here.
Pause.
Sigh.‘Patella Discomfortis’, I would call it.
The End.
(not mine)
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