terminal companionship

I 've always wondered, how do people who are diagnosed with terminal cancer feel when they know that their lives will come to an end soon... some would probably keep fighting the disease, trying out different procedures to cure it. and others would give up trying, just waiting for the impending death. then there are some who would give as much as they can to the people around them, or do crazy things like skydiving and whatnot. fear is taken out of the equation. when you know your expiry date, you no longer need to be careful. just living within that time frame. some seize it, some just let it be.

now, what about relationships? are you one who tries to save a sinking boat? or do you just let the chips fall where they may? of course, relationships require effort and understanding. but what if you've been betrayed? do they still deserve your effort and understanding? is it acceptable to not fling yourselves at each other when you haven't seen your other half for a long period of time? or does that spell disaster already? like terminal cancer, where you know you will sooner or later die, so is this terminal companionship.

scheming, dreaming, pondering about the apocalypse.
she wonders if the whole deal was just a joke.
without any real substance.
it was just a stopper, trying to block the flowing liquid.
this sea of loneliness.
there's no one to blame. it wasn't either party's fault.
the basic system just doesn't function.
they're far too different, and there is far too little to pull them together.
it lacks the sparks that light up the lights of new york;
it doesn't produce the fireworks that make you feel like you can do anything.
it was an experiment that ran out of funding.
it simply wasn't meant to be.
the ending will be bittersweet.
no one needs to get out of this with a broken leg.
because there was no bone in the leg to start with.
perhaps that could explain their reluctance, doubts and behaviors.
like terminal cancer, the parting can be eased by morphine.
and they'll both wake up, in another world,
where infinite possibilities await them.
don't hate the disease.
just accept that it happened, and move on.

because tomorrow will be a new day, and what's meant to be,
will find its own way to you.