I don't think i had ever meant for this to be personal.
But I'm not God.



I thought about things on the way to school.
Most of them were about my family. Going.
I don't think I'm emotional.
I think bad things happen to me and so i am the way i am.
I don't blame. I don't seek acceptance.
I sure as hell don't need pity.
But perhaps I'm a wreck.


Then, again i have answers to nothing.

I'm jaded. Yea. And I'll take some stick, but still.

I'm fuckin jaded.

Death is a funny thing. It brings a sardonic humor to our lives. Yet at this juncture all i could say is something we all know; it ain't a bed of roses. Sometimes it lets you go through all the pain at one go, making you miserable in the initial stages of the mourning. Yet at times, it lets you go through it slowly, taking it out of you time after time, bit by bit.

Then you begin to feel like nothing can go right. In our modern terms of today, we tout it as emo. Death is pretty damn hard to accept and one can head to the nice side of things and remember the dead as how they lived, not as they went. But hey i said it, it ain't a bed of roses.

I don't know death because I've never met it.
Yet i know death as it marinates my cosmos.
And it's not funny.
It's not even sardonic.

It's just plain fucking sad.

But life goes on. Today you suck it up, and you make sure it comes not back again, bit by bit.

I will remember you.
Though you might have left knowing no one.