3600 Seconds

That’s what it has come down to. 3600 seconds to sort out the last vestiges of my life. Putting my life away in a box to be shipped off to a relative, the only one I trust enough to do something with all this. Thank god he’s a writer. With him, hopefully, my life’s work may just one day mean something to someone.

2700 seconds left.

What is there left to do? Nothing, really except sit outside on my lawn chair and gaze at the clouds as they go by and feel the sun beat down on me. Let it burn my skin, seep into my pores. That way, in a way, I can say I have died taking part of the universe with me, as odd as that may sound.

2000 seconds left.

Who should I call one last time? There is no one special in my life and why call anyway? I don’t want to hear the tears of another grieve for me. I’ll just sit here, soak in the sun, drink the last of my drink before my eyes close for good. If I were younger, maybe I would fight to hold on, but I have lived my life, so I’ll just let it go. I haven’t a choice anyway.

1000 seconds.

Time moves at blinding speed but we never think about the seconds, only the moment we are placed in. I have to say, I wish I had more seconds. Nah, they would only go by just as fast, and I don’t need any last second concerns.

500 seconds.

Fed-Ex is here to pick up the stuff to be delivered to my brother. I sign the receipt for pickup and watch him leave. I feel better knowing that’s done. Now I can stretch out and ... wait.

100 seconds.

They will go by faster now since zero will arrive quickly. Guess this is where I say, “Goodbye world, nice knowing you. Sorry we couldn’t be kinder to you. Maybe in my next life I can do something to....”

0 seconds.