when you get a cut and blood starts to pour from the injured area can it be described as your life escaping you? i feel in all the time i’ve spent breathing i’ve spent most of it trying to bandage up wounds that have nearly kept me from doing so when in fact there has been no purpose to this no matter how i delay the process the inevitable waits just around the corner taunting teasing tantalizing so maybe one day i’ll grow too tired to replace these bandages maybe one day i’ll let the wounds run their natural course and maybe one day i’ll let life escape me without a fight but until then i’ll dress the wounds one by one and hold on to what i have until what i have becomes too much to hold