Think of Death like Life

It's twenty two minutes past the hour of three and I am still awake. I am not that sleepy, so I now resort to writing my thoughts of solitude since I think this is one way of activating my melatonin level. I was suppose to put all my wishes for Christmas but I realized, it's too much to ask for and they're all temporary satisfaction, so let me maneuver my steering wheel and let's change the direction of my exploding thoughts.  I have always asked and question how reality works----but this one question I have cater the need for me to at least have an understanding on what's going on with the world outside. 

• Why is it when people knew someone is dying, they start changing in a very melodramatic way? 

Sometimes, I have this feeling that it's better if I will know my schedule of death----- maybe, I'll have a different story, a better one----.