nerdyhippie
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That one word can turn a whole room quiet. The silence that lingers around the fowl taste it leaves in the air is almost as unbearable as the word itself. Everyone knows someone that at the very least knows another who once sat in the cold doctors office with beige walls and little flower wallpaper while being told their body had become a vessel for the unspeakable condition named cancer.
You never think it will be you. After all the obstacles that have been overcome in life, now it is necessary to make the choice to lie on that hard, flat, sterile table as the body is mutilated much further beyond anything that the owner could do. This will be done by a doctor that a blind trust is placed in that uttered the word that is kept so hush hush because there is hope to come out on the other side.
For what reason? To continue to force a belief that life is worth living? That the show must go on. When no one is left in the audience is there a reason to continue the production? But the theater of life is dark and perhaps there is a patron or two left without one knowing. But they can only watch so much sorrow and despair before they themselves move onto another play of life to excite them. For tragedies befall the same person again and again without fail. Almost as if to test the individual, pushing them to the limits of humanity while someone of something watches eagerly from a distance.
You never think it will be you. After all the obstacles that have been overcome in life, now it is necessary to make the choice to lie on that hard, flat, sterile table as the body is mutilated much further beyond anything that the owner could do. This will be done by a doctor that a blind trust is placed in that uttered the word that is kept so hush hush because there is hope to come out on the other side.
For what reason? To continue to force a belief that life is worth living? That the show must go on. When no one is left in the audience is there a reason to continue the production? But the theater of life is dark and perhaps there is a patron or two left without one knowing. But they can only watch so much sorrow and despair before they themselves move onto another play of life to excite them. For tragedies befall the same person again and again without fail. Almost as if to test the individual, pushing them to the limits of humanity while someone of something watches eagerly from a distance.