Nobody's promised tomorrow...

These final stages of my abdication are going on for quite awhile. My soul and my mind are here, but the body can't do anything else to be in sync - it's like I became split. A natural rapture that will define the rest of my life. The funny thing is, that at the moment it happened, I didn’t want it to end. I just wanted another to lie there, another hour, another minute. It felt so precious and so close to life that I didn't want it to end. It's like I was able to see every single detail of my becoming. I just wanted to take everything in. Fingerprints, photos, every story, nights that were too long. The right time to die? To be separated? To not be in pain all the time. To let go.