She knew death temporarily waking up after her hip operation-a knee operation-a broken pelvis-she was knocked unconscious at least 5 times.
She also knew she was booked for a 2nd hip op in June.
She had been in oblivion a place no one knows but being there is silence. It is not categorisible it is beyond comprehension and human knowing-somewhere but where is where-a black hole a subsumption of all the external and informational-it is unknown.
These temporary timeouts are to the wander lustre a place beyond all cognition and recognition.
When she would become conscious after these time lapses her surroundings were frightening-the air-the lights-the colours-the people-the world.
There was an inner cry for release, but it was always imprisonment. Shackled to the earth’s time bomb.
Why do people fear death it can’t be bad or good it is silence. Endless. Over. Timeless.
It is the living who cannot face the death of another. This right to be forever. The expectancy of the living to control life in a never ending prevention-delay-deny-hinder-obstruct an others excursion to uncharted fateful destinies.
And it certainly cannot be worse than this hell hole she thought.
14 long years here-what exactly was her purpose did she need 1 no-did she have 1 no-pulled and pushed-force fed-depressed-oppressed-suppressed-rightless-voiceless-ignored-afraid.
Hello Mercy, my friend have you come for me?