"feel as if my last breaths are coming. fatigue, absolutely no endurance, all i have is my will to fight this blah. rest, head down, two sometimes three blankets over me. its so cold, my pain in my breathe has seized to a minor. my body aches dropping down onto bed like boulder meeting water. sucked deep into my bed yearning for another inhale and exhale of good clean air. instead my body sinks, sinks, sinks. to the bottom i must rest. to the bottom for now i must regain what i had before. to the bottom i must wither away and be proud of the accomplishments in my life. but why must i go now, isn't there much much more to do out there. thinking of something so unusual, that i feel complete. yet, i know i am not. i'm fighting this laziness, yet enemy away once again. it seems like yesterday i was in battle. let me black out. i'm so burnt out. is it time to rest? yes! leave me be. i'm ready to see the rest...of my life." blah!