Bradford, Ontario M 24

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and think about how fast time seems to flow toward my inevitable death and how sleeping makes it move faster.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night afraid of what death may be like. Being somewhere between an Atheist and an Agnostic the idea of death is a scary endeavour. I have no religion to fall back on for the hope of an after life. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night wishing for there to be a hell, for that would be a far better fate than to simply cease to exist.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and wonder if I've made a difference, if my life has made an impact, if I will be remembered.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and wonder if I've wasted my life, whether there's more I could've done, more I could've experienced.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and then go back to sleep.