for the living and the dead.

"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character. .would you slow down? or speed up?"
so, how about i was talking about death today.
and that quote fits my whole entire thought process about it.
like, i don't know if this makes sense, but, when youre dead, what happens?
like, you lay there, all cold and wrinkly and just, dead.
your lifeless;
your nothing;
your DEAD.
you can't do anything anymore.
you can't walk the same street over and over again anymore;
you can't call your friend up and go out for coffee;
you can't go see the newest movie at 1:30 a.m.
you can't do anything, except be stretched out in a coffin for people to look at,
and people to cry over you, and get buried in the ground with dirt, and bugs.

all the stuff you go through every single day of you life, means nothing.
because we're all here just to die, am i right?
all the years you've been through with school, and work, and almost getting evicted,
family problems;
mental problems;
health problems;
friend problems;
work problems;
all that, to turn into a dirty skeleton.

so; really the question is,
why are we here, and why would someone want to make us if we're all just dying by the second?
think about it kids, and get back to me when you figure it out.
NEVER.