You say that you need a new brain, but what you need is a new body. Your brain is encased in skin that houses a heart that quits, knees that buckle, and lungs that collapse. Whereas your brain feels as if it has lives a hundred lives before.
The days come and go like sailors. You watch them as they drift away into the horizon. Every second spent staring at the line between sky and sea is a second lost. How cliché.
By the time you discover this, the water has risen. At least it's below your chin. At least it's neither sink nor swim. At least the water is beneath your chin.
Everyone is avoiding you like the plague. You look down at the floor and see blood. You look up and everyone is staring at you. What for? Then you realize the blood is probably yours.
You are walking through the forest. A shout reaches your ears. You turn around just in time to see a hunter trip over some roots. The gun went off. It was a mistake. Warmth spreads from the pit in your stomach, slowly turning into a burning sensation. You are lying motionless on your back, and your legs aren't taking any more requests. Those disobedient wrecks. It seems it's an accidental death.
But there is no accidental death when you are the antelope in the lion's den.
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