I remember this happened a few days ago. It was an early morning and as i was going about my usual routine of walking towards the bus-stop to get on my way to work, i was thinking about Death. Death with a capital D...What would happen if the car that just whizzed past me had knocked me down? How would it feel and how long would it take for me to feel the pain? Would the pain be unbearable? Would i faint or remain conscious feeling painful? Would i die on the spot or die in the hospital? Who would grief and who would remember me? How will my funeral be like and how people will go back to their normal routines in life afterwards? Will there be people who will no longer be the same again after my death? I cant help thinking of my family at this part and i caught myself then. It's a damned depressing way to start a day by having such dark "death" thoughts.

It's weird though how these questions just surface so easily these days. Dont get me wrong and dont you start worrying(if you guys are). I am a survivor and i am not looking for death but i just wondered, i supposed. Thinking about death and all its messy implications with no real answers both intrigues and confuses me. By this stage, people who is reading this and doesnt know me must be thinking im one messed-up individual. Am i really?

Maybe i am just overwhelmed.