Do you ever imagine your death? imagine your body lying in an open silk lined casket?... Guess it is not normally amongst your daily thoughts but today was not one of those normal days for I could not help but imagine me lying in that silk lined casket, as the lids close and they drop me down 6ft under... I wonder 'what if i wasn't dead?', just the thought of it got me claustrophobic but then I thought it would be quite pointless to drive myself to insanity if I'm trapped and then I decided that I would sleep myself to death dreaming of the open fields and the sun shine... but how would I die? I imagine myself drowning in dark murky water blinded to the site by my hair strangling me and the water sinking into me lungs like a disease by every struggle of mine. Pulled into the deep by hands of weed creeping around my weak ankles as i see the moon light fading in the distance... I hit the ground, my toes pierce through the soil into the deep nothing that lies underneath, my sink scrapping against the sharp gravel as I would give in and struggle no more. There is no space in my lungs to breath and i take one clear look up with my eyes open wide at the smudge of light through my hair, my last look at moon. In a nutshell... i am buried under the water you swim over...
