I remember being dead. like it were yesterday. I remember clear as I can remember my own name. I was there. inside of it. and though I don't ever want to look back its always there to remind me. remind me that I'm still alive. I've still got a job to do, I'm still breathing. I'm still laughing and I'm still full of shit. It's a good excuse. to live. doing your best to not live in vain. not taking anything for granted. celebrating each moment as it arrives. keeping everything fresh and still for just long enough to catch a glimpse.