Suffocated. That is how I’m gonna die. All
air intakes are closing. The trachea gradually lost its respiratory function.
Light would never be seen again. The lack of air makes you, even with eyes wide
open, unable to see anything but colorful round shapes on a black background.
Pupils are not capturing any light, nostrils are no longing sucking air. When
imagination can't even create mental pictures, it means reasoning is
compromised. Shortness of breath is not letting me see a single inch forward.
I’m not sick, but unintentionally erased off my mind. There's no more air in my
vein. Just air in vain.