August 6th
Those tubes look ugly. They mess with my face’s features, they distort them. They’re useless now anyway, so why do they even bother keeping them on me?
Stella is still crying on top of my body. She’s sobbing quietly now. Yesterday it was worse, louder and more ferocious. Looks like she’s finally coming to terms with it.
43 years we spent together… Two thirds of our lives. I’m curious to see how she’ll fare without me. She’s fallen down, but she’ll get up again, for sure. She’s a strong one, Stella is.
The cancer broke me. It started in my lungs, then moved on elsewhere… Everywhere. It doesn’t really matter now. What matters is I’m gone… But not completely.
I wonder if I’ll get bored watching everything around me move on. Now I don’t really feel anything, but I imagine looking at everyone go about their daily business must get very boring, very fast.
I guess I’ll see…and I’ll tell you. Whoever you are. If you are anyone. If you exist. We’ll see.
The Cactus
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