cures for the common

there aren't any.

the idea of "death" is making itself very know and present in my life recently, or so it seems for that matter. I've drempt of myself dying two nights in a row and stumbled upon a documentary called " The Faces of Death", which itself alone is a very disturbing film even without the oddness of it crossing my path.

dreaming of death doesn't always mean that one's going to die, I think i remember hearing somewhere it's just symbolizm for something coming to an end in your life. well now i'm only left wondering what's that going to be. i want to ignor it, but i think i can feel what's coming.

all that's left i guess is just pray for the worst and expect that best.


all things go, and well, i guess if it's what i feel it might be, i'll be okay too. one door opens when one closes.

have i mentioned i really miss the sun?, well i do.