I see myself in a strange situation where in, the person who started my story is put through some tests and medical equipment..

The circumstances are so complex, in which I see him as a mere specimen for trails rather than my father

I detach myself as his daughter and witness the soul disintegrate from the body…

I have become immune to the fact that the consequences of this treatment is going to be futile..

I start questioning myself about being the chosen one to watch when the muscle gives way to skeleton and To handle with care when skin becomes fragile…

Though I am not a healer or a comforter, i got picked up to be around while this life changing event happens..

Finally, when the soul has left to eternity,
These traumatic scenes have left a mark in my thoughts as dreams and motion pictures..
I am left with these moments of misery .. while life, mercilessly moves ahead…