How do i feel right now?
Death seems to be like an eternal wave violently sweeping over people whom I care about. While the nights are getting lighter, life seems to be getting darker. It will pass, I am sure, though I fear death now more than ever. Not to myself, but to those near, those whose lives are real, tangible things which can be touched and which touch other things. Maybe I am being selfish fearing death, a fear which should not belong to me, for I am not in such a morbid swamp of torment like my friends I am, after all, lucky. But for how long?