Terrible with expressing myself.

But somehow, I always find it easy to share it here.

What is life?

Such a big question, that we may never have the answer for, or never the same at least.

I spent the day in a daze.

Perhaps I usually do.

Today I was more than aware, that I was in a daze.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Naked we came, naked we shall go.

I was most unproductive today.

It wasn't a sad day, nor was it unhappy.

But in my head, there were conflicting thoughts.

One that celebrated life, that upheld every flame that brought this world light, no matter how small, no matter how short.

The other, in agony that while one flame was snuffed out before it's prime, the others continued burning brightly, oblivious and joyful in their ignorance that while they burned brightly, they would one day dim and die, or perhaps before their time is up, get snuffed out.

I remembered crying so hard when my guitar was hurt.

I remember feeling such a pain in my chest when we found Blackie in the middle of the road, dead.

Yes, dead.

Death.

I'm just in a daze.

In simmering disbelief and anger, I sub-consciously wanted to waste away my time today.

In a reaction to how time was taken away from a young man, or perhaps given away... all too soon.

If he no longer has time, then I, who has time, I shall waste it.

In rebellion, in protest.

I ask why.

But my why doesn't require an answer.

There's no time for regrets.

I shouldn't waste anymore of my time,

everyone deserves to live,

everyone deserves to die.

Naked we came, naked we will leave.

Blessed we are, blessed we shall go.

I'm happy I knew you.

I'm thankful I was part of a family which made me feel family.

You feel like family.

It truly feels like clouded vision.

My prayers tonight shall be with the people you've gone ahead off.

The people you burned so brightly for.

Live life, love life.

Make love, not war.