Showing posts with label hyperbole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hyperbole. Show all posts

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

feeling like death?

Why do we say we feel like death?
I feel terrible; my brain is bulging through my skull and stretching at my skin, my throat is rasping desperately searching for air. I have blisers on my tongue, bruises on my body, everything is a fiery glowing haze of confusion and terrifying torment but I don't feel like death. Death doesn't feel or if it does presumbly I have no knowledge; it just feels like nothing. What I feel just proves I feel alive, I just feel pain because i am ill. Tommorow will be better, tommorow I won't be reaching for tissue upon tissue and soaking it with a mix of blood and mucus. Tommorow I will jsut get on with it. The reason; however dramatic and sorry for ourselves we feel we are just human. Evryone gets ill, (his mild form of illness we call a cold) and what can we do about it. Nothing. Therefore make the most out of it... but just get on with it.