NOT THIS AGAIN

One if the reasons I let myself get so worked up about all The Possibilities in my last two posts is because I know somebody right now who is dying. It had all started one year ago. And how was he to know that a mere twelve months later he would be lying in hospice waiting for life to blow out like a candle? It all seems so caprecious. Why do we die? And if I'm going to ask that I might as well ask, why do we live? I just can't wrap my head around it. Oh cripes, I'm not going to get any sleep tonight. (Again.)