Sometimes, when i hear about people who is dead or about to die, i keep on thinking about death. i don’t worry about whether it is going to be a painful and long death or not. what i worry about is how can you just like that.. not exist? How can I not be? i mean.. i understand it, but at the same time i really don't. i don’t understand that it is possible to not be, not exist, to be actual dead. Buried. Like in not breathing. People die, i know that. i will die some day too – and man.. that is weird. (and if death are as natural as everyone wants it to be, how come most people wont like me writing about it?people die, but i most certainly don't think it is natural, despite everything i know about the human body)