I don't know
Why I say things that
Make it feel like
My death is next week.
I have time left,
Quite a lot actually.
I have 283 days left.
That's nine months.
To some it might not
Feel like a lot.
But for me it's like
An eternity.
Especially here.
An eternity of
Doing nothing but
Writing.
It gets boring
Extremely easily.
Could you imagine,
Sitting here,
In dust,
For days and days,
Waiting to be killed?
I have to imagine it.
I have to live in it.
And soon I'll have to
Die in it.
Life's weird like that.
I don't know if
I like it
Or not.
Probably not.
Most definitely not.
STAI LEGGENDO
Sal
Storie breviBeing stuck on death row can be pretty boring. Why not write about everything until the inescapable death that waits for me just as much as I wait for it.
