To come to the brink of anything is an experience some might say better left unknown until you absolutely have to. So when you're forced upon it then that's another story altogether. Whether it is your imagination or rather your soul that floats above your body gazing upon its lifelessness is anyone's guess but the sensation of returning from something so surreal leaves you in a spontaneous state of self-awareness and yet a peculiar concoction of confusion underlines the entire experience as you question whether you just inception'd yourself. The ability to see yourself, albeit physically, from someone else's (you) perspective changes more than you would think. You know your own body best, that phrase is exactly right. The ticking increases in volume and you'll know just a split second before the last that it will be the last as everything comes to a gradual rest. Acceptance is your last thought.