It is nothing of great importance. A bit of poetry, a bit of thinking, and a lot of nothing.
Today I begin: I extended my fingers across the bed I reach the top of my aching head I pull back my warm cover sheets Wondering how Nature greets Human kind, born with mortal sin I say to myself “Today I begin”
I feel much happiness, because I'm feeling nothing else. I'm starting to gain my old bags under my eyes. Freedom to die- a right.