I. The Fleeting Soul

I was thinking about death the day before I died. Yes . I was morbidly thinking about it and I didn't know why. I was thinking how I would want my closest friends and family to celebrate that I existed by playing my favorite rock songs because let's face it - those songs they play on funerals are too boring.

I was thinking how I am gonna die. I hope t die of sickness, a mild one, so they could still look at me in the coffin and feel like I'm just sleeping. But I guess I couldn't have everything that I ask for. No. I did not commit suicide. I don't go to church often but no matter how sad my life is, or could be I wouldn't dare do it. I'm too coward for that shit.

They say that brain activity lasts for 10 minutes after someone dies. But seeing how my brain splattered on the concrete, I'm guessing that that 10 minutes of glorious flashbacks was taken away from me.

I guess by now you have an idea of how I died. Maybe most of you are right. But trust me,I didn't commit suicide.