i pray the doctor was lying.
i dreamed what he said, right?
the world wouldn't give me such a short time to live,
not after what i've lived through, right?
he's lying.
he's delusional, and he was lying.
liar, liar, liar.
i can't help but hear the clock tick louder than usual.
everything feels slower.
i can still finish that bucket list i never wrote.
i still have a lifetime before they throw me to turn me into ashes.
i'm beyond any urn and any grave, i'm invincible.
i'm lying to myself.
