alexiana

This is my last hour on Earth. I feel strangely calm as I pull myself out of bed and slide my bedroom slippers onto my feet. When you're as old as I am, you don't need a Fortune Teller, you don't need Tarot Cards...when the time comes...well, you just know. I walk past the shelf next to my bed - an altar of familial worship where I have kept tidbits of my life in frames as if to cage these moments and hold them to me forever. I used to treasure these photographs, but today I hardly give them a passing glance. It's funny how, when it's time, you realize how unimportant the possessions you once fought so hard to protect are. I would have cover