Life,so fragile,so illusive

sometimes I think how fragile life is

it can be so easily taken away from me

then I think one day I won't have this

won't see,won't hear,won't feel

the fear of the end is sometimes so unbelievably overwhelming

weighting heavily on me, crippling me

the unknown of being numb,like before I was born,not existing

but then I remember,I'm here,I'm alive

I have to make the most of everyday,the small things don't matter

it's being here,existing in the present,clinging onto the now

not the past or the future.

Author's Note

have not written in about 3 years so I'm a bit rusty,excuse me. :)
just a few thoughts written down by me about what goes on in my head.