Sometimes I wonder if anybody would cry if i died.

Would there be any tears left for a single soul?

Would there be sadness? would there be joy?

Life is so fragile... Emotions are so fragile.. Sometimes I'm so grateful to be alive. Other people out there are suffering and dying and yet I'm sitting comfortably at home pressing a keyboard, in an air-conditioned room.

Its kind of tragic.

Sometimes I don't know what's right and what's wrong. Confusion about the balance abounds. Will there ever be an end to tragedy?

So many questions, so few answers. To speak, or not to speak? To be, or not to be? The question for eternity. Well done William.

And yet would I be happier to know than to not? Are answers really all that important? There's gotta be more to life.

'Till the end, questions will never fade.