How does one die?
This is the question that keeps haunting me for the longest time. There are nights like this one that I wake up in the wee hours of the morning trying to figure out what if I die. Or what if I indeed am already dead. What if the things that I do are just repeated actions I do when I was still living. What if this blogging had been done before and I just felt doing it again. Finally what if what I feel is just an imagination?
But I can still feel myself. I can still feel different kinds of emotions. It's still hot in this room as usual. I still feel going to the toilet and do my morning bowel activity. I can still feel the electric fan. But then again, what if all these things are all figment of my imagination? Questions.