I wrote this poem back on day 78 when I was exploring my fears…
“Kindling for my thoughts
Fear runs rampant like wildfire
Thanks Dr Google”
Now I’ve thought of an ordeal… here’s a poem about it from the future.
I check my health stats like the time
Moderate cold developing
Minor irregularity in heartbeat
40% Memory loss
29% Sight reduction
Been watching myself decompose for years now
Sometimes it’s impossible to move though joint function is still at 85%
I stare into the doctor google’s eyes like a lost lover
We were perfect once
freyawrightbrough 