Scampering Down the Bullet Hole
02.09
Cradle to grave, baby. That’s what they said. I’ve been very careless and the mistakes are showing all over the place. I have been doing plenty of dying over the past year. My body has revolted against me and so has my mind. I am forgetting words that were common in my speech. I am having difficulty with movements…my movements. The body doesn’t move like it used to. My legs can’t move like they once did. My arms struggle too. I am regretting my younger years now. All the loves disappear before my eyes. The possibilities were endless and now they are finite. And yet I look back and wish to do it all over again with corrections.