I once wrote a story about a person who wanted to die. Then a person advised them to list down 3 good things everyday.
And so he did until he realized the little things. And slowly those little things became a big part of him.
He no longer wished death.
As playful as life can be, he was diagnosed with cancer. The hair he loved withered. The body he cared for decay.
And as he was lying on his death bed, he laughed like there’s no tomorrow.
And the tomorrow didn’t really came for him.
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After coming this far, I don’t want to die yet.
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Hey.
Heyo freeroma 😀
🙂 coffee need a bit of sweetener again?
I think it’s not the coffee this time. It’s the roof. It’s been taken away and now I feel defenseless.
Well. the walls still offer some protection. Roofs are good for storms but they still make umbrellas. And rain coats. And bats for random flying objects (except for bat bats cuz they’re cool)
You still have people on your side. Hold on to them as best you can ok?