sick
My body feels so tired. I feel like I have already endured a million years on this earth. I can barely think, let alone invoke words to pacify me through the revelation of my soul. Words are escaping me exponentially as of this moment in time.
I just had to write this down. If my life should end before my next article, then a conclusion could be derived from the situation: that I have died of a certain illness of whose specifics I knew not even a speck.