Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Standing beside Death
is something really scary. All of a sudden, it just makes you wonder what really matters. But now it doesn't anymore. And I have no idea why. I just realised what I did after standing in front of Death's face was to give Death a chance to slap me hard with another hit. Well luckily that hit didn't come.
What's with the personification. I shall be spastic because I don't know what I should do. Am I given signs? What shall I do? RE.
I want sleep. I want lots of it.
And maybe never waking up wouldn't be too bad an idea.
Wesley at
10:39 PM