As a baby I drowned. I was old enough to crawl and apparently my toy ended up in the water. And so did I. So they find this blue baby and fly me to the hospital where I am resurrected. I have no memories of this.
In elementry years I almost died when I got a head fracture. I road my bike half way down our street and... woke up for a moment in the ambulance. Then I remember people clapping their hands and tapping it hand. They were agricatung but I was so tired. So I went to sleep.
Ever slept like the dead? Ever been in an a coma?
I woke up three days later... I don't care what you think you know about headaches... Cause I was highly medicated and it still sucked.
I was supposed to die. The doctor was so afraid I'd fall into a coma and die.
So all my cordination is tested. I seem to be fine.
Teenage years I end up flatlining again. But I come back. Everythings cool.
But all this experience with death... what was it worth? On your standards I live a half life because... I don't care.
But to me I live life in every moment. I know to well that death is ever present. So in near death I became stronger?
Is my experience less important because I don't feel as much? If only I could remorse. So you'd just see me as human like each other. I'm held to such a strange standard.