Going, Going

Most of the time I would wonder what it's like to die. Most of the time, my fear is what it would feel like. Most of the time I just don't want it to hurt. 

But then I know there is this instance of relief, so much relief that it will cloud the rest of my worry and fear. 

Most of the time I wonder how people around me will react to my passing. 

See, we feel for all these famous celebrities that pass away, we remember what it was like when they were here, and we celebrate them. 

But isn't it always too late?
It's always too late. 

No one is an exception.
Eventually, people will regret all this. 

All this.

It just makes no sense.