Random thoughts

The idea of death scares me.  Someone suddenly ceases to exist, how strange is that?  It can be expected, or unexpected but still causes grief to others.   I’m young, and hopefully have a long life ahead of me, but if I were to die young, I feel that my life would have been a waste.  So I need to accomplish something important.  I want to have a life worth living.

I think so much about you,

that there are no thoughts left for you to think about me.

 

I dream about you,

so I do not disturb your sleep.

 

I stare at you,

so that you don’t notice me.