alive

lately i´ve been thinking that i´m going to die, and about death in general.
maybe it has to do with living life´s 360, when you feel alive you feel death, or maybe it has something to do with being so happy. or maybe with partying so much this past weekend in a decadent manner, maybe it´s the existentialist in me.. either/or it´s not something i´m afraid of (or maybe i´m just saying that because i don´t actually believe i´m going to die), if i do, i just hope it´s not in some earthquake.
visit the heavens and talk to the talking dead.