I sit by day, recline by night, trapped in a dying world, a passenger in a cocoon that sways and swoons from room to spinning room. Looking out onto a world so slowly shrinking, a vignette mist; a frustrated fist and a heart that has to resist. To breathe... to live... Bravely beseeching thinning air; needing that which seems so aloof in the vacuous vaults of life’s rotting roof. Why me? Is it selfish to question, disagree or doubt the validity of the path that life has laid out before me? Is it such a sin to want to survive? I have so much still to show so much light inside to give; too much love to simply let go of my reason and right to live... ...just live. I rest, embracing hope of recovery, I fight to live; to spend one more day looking into the eyes of love and laughter that surround me in every way. Oh...to breathe... To live! * Written by Darren Scanlon 20th November 2014. Revised 8th February 2016. ©2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.