currently, i am sitting in front of my desk, cuppa coffee on my right and a dying hamster on my left.
every ounce of energy and every sinew of muscle is orchestrated to heave his lungs and chest, to draw in that little bit of oxygen
which doesn’t quite reach him, being obstructed by mucus
click…click…click…obstructed breaths inhaled in an unsteady rhythm
deep sighs, gasping for oxygen…in futility
cold limbs barely supporting your feather-like body
swollen, limpid eyes staring at nothingness, as if resigned to fate and Time
flopping ears gradually turning from red to crimson due to the life draining from your veins
sagging jaw desperately inhaling gulping and swallowing
the only comfort i have now is your occasional movements. though helpless and clumsy, they’re the only signs of your being alive. the only source of solace is the sound of your heavy, obstructed breaths, the sound of your suffering.
春, you are spring.
you are life, vitality and 元気.