I’m looking for a slow motion death, like those from the movies. Isn’t it wonderful when everything stops just waiting for you to die. I would love to be run over by a truck and being able to ear every bone of my body break, one by one. Feel the splinters ripping my flesh. Follow every drop of blood until they hit the ground. I would feel grateful for every deep scream of a lost lover on the theatre. But in the end I wanted the world to end, so everyone could just forget about my stupid slow motion death. And being so, it would simply be a moment and nothing else. One day, maybe one day I’ll be there, and you will be screaming with me.