why tell us?

Inside my head this morning, it was quiet. Normally inside my head it feels like i am running around in a very confined space, and I try to run, but there is no room, but I can't stop trying to run, so I just get stopped and turned and stopped and turned, over and over again.  Once in a while, I do get out.  But this morning it was just quiet.  I am dying.  We are all dying.  But maybe this unusual quietness is an indication that I am dying soon.  It would make sense.  All the signs.  All the warnings.  The aging.  The days.  The nights.  Wow, it's practically been written out for me.  Bye.  It was briefly quiet.