Is this all I am? A body full of organs, blood, bones? I am shocked to see this is all there is after life. As I drift into nothingness, as I see myself disappearing, did anything I do really matter? Did my body betray me? My mind survives so far, but I doubt it will be here long. At least I hope I am not adrift with nothing to see or hear, just floating.
I glimpse what is left of myself and wonder why did I exist at all? Did I make a difference. . . to anyone? Did I leave a small mark on the world that surrounded me? Did I do my best?
I tried. I loved wholeheartedly, lived without restraint, without borders on my emotions; I’ve lead a good life I think–a life with hope and dreams, some even came true, but now I wonder, was it enough?
I guess it doesn’t matter now, it’s almost over, I can barely see my reflection in the clouds. I would call for help, a hand to keep me from leaving even this part of the nothing, but there’s no one to hear, no noise, no others by me, I am alone and fading. . .gone.