shit happens

death. by accident. i would imagine this is how it feels like. the world suddenly turns pitch black. your mind becomes cloudy; you're confused as hell and where you're gonna step next is a big uncertainty. but more than that big uncertainty are more and bigger uncertainties that no one-- no one can clear for you.

where am i?

what am i doing here?

what was i doing last?

who was i with again?

where's everybody?

and suddenly it hits you like a big yellow school bus (initially i was going for a non-cliche, made-up alternative but heck, there's no substitute for the real thing). and you ask, in the faintest and most clueless voice you've ever let out, AM I DEAD?

you wish and pray that no one gives you the right answer but now he comes, the hooded figure with a long, sharp and shiny toy in his bony fingers. he didn't have to have an answer because for some reason, now is the only time that everything became clear to you. the answers to your questions were pointless, the darkness around you have never been more comforting. you lie down and curl up like a baby as he comes closer.

i thought it was going to be fun. i was a daredevil. WAS.

thoughts: PARACHUTE ACCIDENT

what else CAN we do, shit happens. but this ain't one you GET OVER easily.