Can't afford to stay sick

I have been sick for the past few days but I did not entertain the thought that I was. But yesterday, I was not able to hold it any longer. The strength I had left vanished as my temperature rose to a degree which my weak body could not bear. Nobody cared. Not even one. Am I dying? Maybe. I could feel it. From what, I don’t know yet. A debut of a hasting end is commencing. But that is inevitable I guess. Everybody gets sick and dies eventually. Drastic or gradual may the process all be we will all have our bodies rest forever.
I don’t know what to expect of death but one thing is for sure. It is a conclusion. A conclusion of a cycle. But if it is a part of a cycle, does it mean that it is not a conclusion? People love to say that life is a never ending cycle. Then I would like to believe that death is not permanence but rather temporariness. Can life’s cycle be a perfect circle? I like to believe so. I don’t want to die. That is the truth. I am afraid of death. Fear is death’s sibling. I fear a lot of things. I have been facing my fears for quite sometime now. The result has not been satisfactory since I tried doing so.
I am feeling a little better now. Having it said made me imagine of hope. A bright, vivid color, almost smoke like hovering inside my perception of life. Lighting the dim, gloomy alleys of how I think of life. Strange as it seems, but I love the feeling. I started to lose imagination way back when I first experienced the pain of love. But just like venom does to its victim, love revived my imagination and I have regained my passion on everything I loved all at the same time. I wish every day will be like this. It feels great to be like this. I am looking forward to another day just like this.