Sometimes I look into the sky and wonder when my time will come.
For some reason, I have this gut feeling that I will soon be facing death.
Not a suicidal type of pondering, for those thoughts are ninja kicked away and replaced when I start thinking this way.
It's a far more eery and superstitious way to think that digs into my paranoia for bad things to start happening randomly, constantly, and everywhere around me.
If I'm onto something here, I want to ask my legacy to be "Tory somehow, mysteriously is the target of a burning celestial object falling from space."
I want death to take me in the magical rareness of the moments right when the comet hits.
I want my casket to have a letter on top of it reading "death by comet" in deep, dark, bold print.
Since my body will have disintegrated, people at my funeral will get it.