I'm Dying--------Guy

I’m dying.

That was all my mind could grasp. I’m dying. It’s so funny though, because I don’t feel anything. It’s kind of like I’m dreaming. I know I’m tired, maybe that’s all death is…a dream. Something trickles down my ear, but my arm can’t reach it to wipe it away. Is it blood? Probably, but at least it’s warm. I feel so cold. Nothing is fading though; I can see everything clearer than I’ve ever seen it in my life. Except… except I can feel tears and the edges blur, but still everything is so beautiful. It really is a beautiful world isn’t it? Why am I dying? I can’t remember how I got on my back. I’m here though, looking at the sky. The sun is setting. Did you ever know how great a sunset really was? This is my last one. Everything I do may be my last. Oh how sad is that. I don’t want anything to be the last, but it’s so perfect…this dream. I try to focus, but I haven’t the will. I see so many people gathering around me. They cry and scream. Some of them are trying to keep me awake. Just leave me alone, I feel fine. No need for tears, this is the best feeling I’ve ever had. They can’t hear me; they’re too involved in laments to hear me. It doesn’t matter; I’m enjoying the sun or what’s left of it. It’s almost set. I smell flowers from somewhere. I forgot how good their scent could be. I feel blood seeping from my nose and the flower’s smell is gone. They are gone for good. Everyone seems so far away, I really can’t hear them anymore. Yet, I think that’s a good thing. I don’t want them to interrupt my view. I want to look at the sun as it sets into the night.

I’m dying

its just fiction, but I felt like putting it as a nde

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