Fear of Death

Oct 18, 2005 02:00

Life. Death. Pall Bearer.

My Great grandmother passed away on Thursday. She was 87, she went in her sleep. The last time I saw her was about 5 years ago. I feel really bad about that. But that's not what has been on my mind. It was an open casket wake. Seeing her there in the casket, really made me think about my life. I don't want to get old. I don't want to die. I want to be remembered when I go by everyone. I don't mean the people I know, I mean the world. And for good things, not the shit I've done in the past. I was told I was a pall bearer(the person who carries the casket). I know how you feel Greg. But apperently teor has been a bunch of people dying. I want to send out my deepest condolences. I have never seen my grandfather cry before I almost started to as well.

E. Bernice Sparks-Chase R.I.P.

Lately, I have been pretty down. More or less cause I feel unloved. But what's new? I know this all sounds the same. I don't talk to any of my friends anymore. I always work. I am having a halloween party. I want you all to attend. I will give the details later. I want to quit smoking by the end of the month. I think I can do it. I want to start my band back up. I need to start writing again. Harmless Sin. An life time of sins, in a 3 min song.

Plans for college are seemingly starting to become more solid. But music is my soul.

Call me, let me know I'm still living. I need my friends right now more than they know. Old fears are coming back. Scars are bringing back the feelings. ~429-1073

~Bryan~
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