I just found out.
Prince died.
He.. died.

I thought he was healthy, happy and lively.
I thought he was going to have a long life.
I thought, I thought.
& so I thought.

I couldnt believe my eyes.
I checked desperately to see if the post was on April Fools Day.
I read it again and again,
letting tons of tears flow down my cheek.

Prince died.
Prince died.
Prince, is dead.
That was all I could think about.

Prince.
The one that always chased after me,
and lick my legs and played with me.
The one that I look forward to seeing when I enter her house.

If we were still friends,
I would have known about Prince's illness and prayed for him.
He might not have died then.
If we were still friends,
I could visit Prince, and see him for the last time.
If we, were still friends.

Because sometimes, things just do not have an answer.
Because sometimes, in life, shit happens.
Because sometimes, it feels unfair, but God has a plan.

How unpredictable life can be.
Just today I saw an aftermath of a road accident.
A pile of fresh red blood met my eye,
and all I could think of is that if that guy was still alive.
He must have thought today was a typical day.
Well, so he thought.

Prince, i miss u so much.
and to think i will never ever get to see you again.

Prince..


what more can I say?
what more can I do?
why does the wound in my heart keep tearing open,
when it's starting to heal?
i hate life,
God, take me away, take me home will u?