I am over it.  Really, I am just tired of people dying.
I feel that tenuous vibration called life; it is easily mistaken as a guarantee.
There is no certainty that you will be alive tomorrow.
You could die in your sleep (before three years of age, poor Kaylee), causes unknown.  No real warning, just rigor mortis greeting your mother when she walks in your room to wake you up.
You could get crushed by a drunk driver's car while in a crosswalk (at age 14, dearest Clint.)  It could take the city five days to clean your puddle of blood off the street.
You could die in your car, engine running but the brake was never let off, to be found by strangers in the parking lot (damnit Bob!)
You could die of CANCER (like Brenda, Dennis, Teresa and fourteen more.)
You could commit suicide (sorry about Sara.)

          Life is not created as a lasting gift, sometimes there's take-backs or tricks.
There are no alarms and the world can have the shocking capacity to surprise you.
      Here one second, gone the next.  You might not get that next breath.

Taste the air in your space.  Look at the objects around you.  See where you are.  What you are doing?
Get a grip.  Stand up and walk away from the screen.
Cities flood, landscapes burn.
Nothing is forever except the singular force of life which is you.  But bodies are not forever and nor are the memories.
Want something to happen to you?
Be careful what you wish for.

Time to live beyond just breathing.

Skin by ~kelogsloops