Thoughts in Pain…

I was laying on my bad fighting the pain in my upper back. I was staring at the ceiling silently hearing my own breath going in and out slowly… in… out… in… out. Everything was quit in my room. The pain was killing me and every time I move it hits sharply, so I decided not to move for couple of minutes.

It was 7:00 pm, I turned my head and I saw my dead grandfather picture looking at me. “Hi grandpa, how is heaven?”, I thought “Life sucks, humans are very weak”. I stare to the ceiling again and dove into my memories. The memories of my grandfather death. I felt a tear rolling on my cheek. I figured I was crying silently.

I turned my head again to the other side and I saw my beloved novel “The Sword of Truth”. I raised my hand and touched it’s cover. “I miss you” I thought. Then, I looked to my hand and how it is formed and moved. I tried to get up and the pain came harder this time. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I fell back to my bed helpless. “ Life formula is really hard to understand” I thought before I stare back to the ceiling of my dark room.