All of us, so simple…
We eat, we sleep, we live.
We work to live, and work takes our life.
We breathe, we bleed, we try.
All of us hurting…
We feel, we hurt, we hide.
We hide the pain and the pain hides us.
We fake, we ache, we wonder why.
If Infinity Is the End
For one moment last month, I thought I was going to die.
And now that you probably have a vision of me flipping a car or falling off a roof, I must admit it was nothing so dramatic. I was struggling to breathe, choking on a bite of food I’d hoped would give me the energy I needed before I dashed out again for a job interview. Nonetheless, when the Heimlich maneuver didn’t work for the second time and I feared making the problem worse, a thought came like a whisper: is this it?
