narrowed vision

As the adhesive water molecule falls onto my forehead I can feel it making the journey down the creased age telling wrinkles.  Each year brings more and my vision is fading.  The peripheral angle at which I saw my family raise one another and people doing good in the world is slowing diminishing.  I look now and it is as if straws have been glued to my pupils and my iris fails to react with my vision.  I just sit now and only see the bad; the pessimistic society where my half empty cup is getting lower.  One day life will break my narrowed vision away and at that time I will die because I want to die when life is at its peak of joy, that way I remember my last moments with no regret.