It's certainly terminal, this condition. Called from the dark and back to dust in the same breath. To you, cherish it all. Know nothing is mundane. For you have the same condition as I do. Eternally turning.
Whether it be numbness or ringing of the ears, it's essential not to lose touch. In depth or shortness of breath, reddened skin , burned to ash, it's one in the same. Make the most of it. For just as I , your condition is terminal.
On a journey. Searching for something. Sharing what's found.