here on earth

my last weekend was kinda weird, i dont like it when people die, i wish they didnt, i remember one time when i was little and felt so sad to think that one day my parents would die, that i shouted out to my dad: "daddy please never die", innocent as it may sound i still feel this way. I wish to dedicate this post to the memory of my boy´s grandfather.
how bleek and dark feeling, but the bad thing is we are still here on earth, trying to get on with our lives, i thought to myself, when i was at the funeral, that i would not let life put me down, that i must accomplish my dreams, so that on the day i die, i will be happy and free, to say: vini, vidi, vicci...

nat out

ps: iwu ted