I confess, the other day it occured to me that one day my life will end. It may end painfully or pleasantly, but it will end.

My thoughts went sort of like this:

"What's the function in my existance other than to better that of the people to follow me who're only going to die and end there?" -Myself

"I've gone through that too, when I was in the hospital actually
You kinda just have to be, if you know what I mean?
Kinda think of it as, your body's not your own. You didn't ask for it; it basically belongs to the universe" -My lover

"This is the sort of arguement I have with myself once and a while. I have for a long time and I shan't solve it for a while. Your answer makes sense of course, but I think untill I come to my own I won't be satisfied with any answer no matter how thorough and precise it may be.
I can hope I've come to my conclusions by then
:] but I've got a long time, so in an fount of optimism perhaps I may." -Myself

She's quite the stunner, and mixed with her brain she intoxicates me. I have never have I been happier than when she and I spend time talking. Even if nothing she organizes my thoughts with little effort. She's the calm secretary to my scatter-brained thoughts and if it doesn't last I would never forget what she did for me, even in the first few weeks of our joined spirits. The time we lost cannot be regained, but the time we share is worth an infinite amount more together.

Another of my many thoughts that day included my strange necessity to please. I pride myself in being an individual yet, I feel bound to please the masses. The people who stare. "colour me by numbers I'm bound to please", it's what seems to run my world. My inevitable binding to the distorted social herd. It takes all kinds to make the world go 'round. It takes all kinds to go 'round the world.