unplugged.

Switched off and unplugged, my life support was gone long before I realized. Catching up on me, I feel winded and slowed by lack of vital organs.

Now, slowing down, I recall all the things I took for granted. The replay of my life, flashing before my eyes, fades.

With my final breath, my soul is released, and I am once again alone to study the inner surface of my eyelids in solitude.

Silence befalls the scene, no more inner thoughts to ruminate over my worst nightmares, no more lights to dance across my vision and entertain, only the empty room that occupies my hollow head.

Without my life support, I am dead.

But, somehow, I have never felt more alive.