Did I Die?

You may be the only one who knows for sure and then again, who knows anything for sure, for sure? I am so sick tonight and still, awake, writing, babbling, scratching and clawing to find hope someone will find these words (or something like that) in this cyber bottle and fall in love and come and save me from this prison of terminal loneliness (or at least cut the bad drama). Amuse me, I'm easy, but first, help me get well again.

Until then, distraction. Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping slipping . . .