My Name Means Moon

Blackness see to shrink in my vision and swirled about me like oil. It felt peaceful and safe, but nothing really there.

 To start out this isn't really a story about me. It's more..Its more like the story about everyone, and everything. How something can change someone so quickly, how something can mean life or death... Kind of like a lullaby, fading as time goes past.

Well, just to say how about we start in the begining?

My name is Luna Livin.

A bore of a name right?

But it's my name.

But it's not my body.

You see, I'm terminally ill. That means no matter what medicines we try or what doctors I'll get I'll die. I know right? Kinda sucks you know to be stuck in a hospital room knowing your going to die. What doesn't suck though, as I was wallowing in self pity, something happened. Either for the better or the worst I don't know., or that I'll still die anyways. Though what's life with out a little chance? What's life like knowing your going to die?

Kinda depression I have to say, but I might not die.

Notice the 'might'.