Dying But Happy

I’m dying but I’m not crying. How can I cry on my own death. The doctors told me I have one week to live. From cancer? No! I didn’t even pay attention. What’s the illness and what are the causes it’s not important. Some dies now some dies later, illness should not be blamed. You know, did I tell you, I’ve never sensed myself but only when sick. Illness reminds me my existence. The other day I had a very high fever. I was in pain. The pain was oscillating between head and toes like a trapped wave, but I was smiling I knew it was massaging me. In a little while I was asleep. Pain comes, make me sleep. Some pains are weak, its sleep is short. Some pains are very strong, deep and sweet, its sleep is also very deep and long. I never slept that long. But now my time’s coming, I’ll sleep longer.