He or rather his body was lying covered with a thin white sheet on the shoulder of the road. A pair of boots sat on the highway some 300 feet from where he came to rest. He spent his last few hours of life volunteering at a retirement home. I keep thinking about how quickly his life came to a halt, one moment he was doing his daily motions and the next he's laying motionless on the pavement. I drove by the accident and I already knew what had happen. I saw him there every morning waiting the cross the three lanes of traffic on my way to work, and I knew it was him under the thin white sheet. I drove past the scene again this morning I saw spray paint and blood all over the highway. It was an odd feeling to know that a man had died there less than 24 hours prior.
I've been in a really weird mood since late last night, this sense of mortality has over taken my mind. The thought of live being nothing but the blink of an eye has me terrified. Terrified is no way to life a life of any sort. It's kind of odd to even say this but as terrifying as it is to think your life could be over in a matter of seconds there's another side to it that's oddly comforting to know we get to experience something so fragile.
I watched Bicentennial Man tonight and that honestly didn't help in the least, love that movie though...
well that's about all the thoughts I can put together before I pass out tonight.
