sudden

somewhere on my way home last sunday evening, i felt something i haven't felt before -- that worry of dying.

the feeling kept me awake during the entire trip, however sleepy i was. my eyes strained to watch every person nearby, and their every movement.

it was tiring and draining.

the reasons were simple enough: my brush with violence two weeks ago, the recent spate of bombings, and that sudden realization that there's a lot to live for.

but that worrisome feeling is gone now. death is a destiny we all have.

ah! that's about it with death. it'll be life from now on. ^__^