ChleVazo

DEATH and it's Ugly Face

Last night, I thought I'd be WHEN MY OWN BREATH BECOMES AIR. I was trying so hard to grasp for air that any familiar position became somewhat strangers for my lungs! (Well, lung, since I only have a functional left lung)

I remember nights I wished Death to just take me. But getting a glimpse in his face, he can be ugly. He looks a smiles, saying, "Didn't you wanna see me?"

I wonder which is the real nightmare...

the bad dreams we usually have

or

Waking up realizing the dream was too good to be true

I don't know if it's hope or depression that keeps me having all those good dreams. But it's really disappointing and heart breaking to realize that it was just that... a DREAM.