I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.

Just... ate," M says, frowning at me a little. "Two days...ago." I grab my stomach again. "Feel empty. Feel... dead." He nods. "Marr...iage.