I lay on the hospital bed, waiting for the doctor 2 tell me wat I already knew. . .n wat I've already known 4 couple of months now. . .it is but inevitable. . .my arm needs to be amputated. . .it was for the best, said d doctor. . .but I'm d one sufferin d loss. . .hot tears rollin down my cheeks. . .my only source of solace bein d fact tat I've another arm. . .knowin tat it's not over yet. . .life can still move on. . .but nothin 2 replace wat I'm gonna lose. . .n it ain't jus d physical pain. . .of d physical separation. . .it's knowin one day after THE DAY, I'm gonna wake up n realize tat there's somethin of prime importance missin. . .

I've been prepared 4 dis 4 quite a while now. . .n I'm fine most of d tyms, but wen I'm remimded of d impendin sufferin, my eyes brim wid tears in a split second. . .is dis weakness? Is it wrong 2 b immensely attached 2 somethin tat's d very means of ur existence? Where does one draw d line? I dunno. . .I'm not sure whether I'll ever know. . .or ever understand. . .jus holdin on2 every passin moment like it's d ultimate. . .gropin in d dark 2 find somethin 2 stop tym, then turn it bk. . .wantin 2 relive everythin tat's given me immense joy n happiness. . .2 carry me thru d rest of d journey. . .my other arm in place. . .for now. . . :)