The Last thoughts of Augustus Waters

There was a point when i knew that i was going to die.

And at that moment

i couldn’t help but think

of Hazel

and infinities

and breathing 

and death.

I recalled the day

when hazel was sat next to me

and we talked about infinities.

How between one and two

there are many,

and even more

between zero and two.

Now,

i can’t help but think:

breathing is our largest infinity.

Like the numbers

between one and two,

breathing never ends.

But like the person

who eventually stops counting

the numbers

between one and two,

my lungs get tired.

And eventually,

they too,

must

stop.