My mind keeps wandering...

Does it ever really hit you, that life is so fleeting?

We are all comprised of moments. Precious though they are to us, they could be gone in the blink of an eye. Everything that we are whispered away.

Odd questions like this have gone through my mind for as long as I can remember. I don't know why death has plagued my mind, but it's always there.

Whenever I'm having a warm moment between friends, or laying in bed with my puppy. My mind…wanders.

I suppose Alan Wake could be to blame during my later years, but when I was a child? What's the cause for that? Why was I so fascinated with such things?

Does it have anything to do with the trauma I went through?

I don't know why my mind is like this. But lately, I sit with these questions and such odd feelings…pondering my existence and wondering what it all means.