Learning How To Hope

I have hours to pull through. I have days before I get out of the hospital. I have weeks before I am paralysed. I have months before I die. But oh so few months.

Normal people write a bucket list. Normal people spend as much time as possible with their families. Normal people prepare for death. Normal people hope that something will make their illness go away. Not me. I have no hope. I have no family. I have nobody to grieve. I fear death, yet I accept it.

I am on the run, on the run from my past life. I end up in London, I bump into him, I bump into her. Get into things way out of my death. Who knows, maybe I'll even fall in love...