Sunday, September 11, 2005
one will always know when one will come into this world.
life.
but one will never know when one will leave this earth.
death.
sigh.
she was young.
forty plus.
choked on somethin
just leavin like that.
people dyin.
nobody lives more that over seventy anymore.
pastor said.
it's kinda true actually.
nobody seems to treasure life anymore.
we just treat it like some chore.
just do it.
and get the hell off this earth.
the reason why i hate funerals.
i always associate the person dead and let my imagination run wild
and make myself think that my dearest loved one or friend in restin in the coffin.
it just makes me cry more.
i went today.
there she was.
restin.
sighs.
as usual.
i started cryin tho i never talked much to her.
imagination ran wild.
i started freakin out when i was thinkin about my dad.
argh.
hate imaginations sometimes.
life.
a beautiful thing God gave us.
the least we could do
appreciate and treasure it.
8:07 PM
