Author has written 4 stories for Love, Fantasy, and Humor.
I'm really at the point in my life where I'm like "what's really left to see?" I figure true happiness is unobtainable and I'll never come any closer then I have already.
Sometimes I like to envision myself lying face up on a beach late at night, staring at the starry night's sky. Arms spread out all christ-like. I'm bleeding profusely from a rather large wound in my abodomen. The waves crash over me rather gently. The only thing keeping me conscious is the burning sensation of salt-water in my wounds. Up in the sky I can see the images of my life pass before my eyes like reflections of the stars.
As I lie there, I know all I have to do is get up and I can easily stop the bleeding, but I just want to lie there, let my life slowly drain away. I imagine bleeding to death wouldn't be such a bad way to die. Except for the pain from the actual wound. I imagine you'd get cold and shutter, the only real problem would be the shock from seeing so much of your own blood pouring from your body. Then you'd probably just drift in and out of consciousness until everything fades to black.