My nightmare began in a hospital. The doctor came in and
gave me bad news. I was going to die. Didn’t know when. Didn’t know from what.
All I new was that I was going to die soon. It all hit me at once and I freaked.
I didn’t know what to do. There was knowing cure for what I had so I couldn’t help
my self. I had never felt so helpless in life. My whole world was falling apart
so quickly and I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was to run, so I ran and
ran and ran. That was where the dream ended. There is to things that I consider
when I think of fear. I especially fear the unknown. Not knowing when i'm going
o die. Not knowing what lies beyond death. Secondly I fear that when its time
for me to go that I will not be ready. That I will not feel fulfilled in life.
But want let these fears get me because if you live your life in fear the truth
is you where never living
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