ThE Non-PeRmAneNt eXisTenCe oF a PoTAto

We won't live forever- that's a fact. As proven by millions of years of dinosaurs and elephants, fellow humans etc, we will eventually not exist.

POOF! Be gone human.

I, however might be part of the group, well let's call it, "the premature exodus". The group which died early, like getting shooed out of a hotel early because the next guest is already downstairs and they want the room NOW.

Except, some of us, might not have known we're going to get shooed out- these are those who died in their sleep, vanished without a hint of it happening. There are those of course who might've known, those who lost their battles to their diseases;

and then there's me.

The part b of losing battle to disease. blah blah blah. Instead of our cells becoming, let's just say evil, and making other cells evil to kill us internally, our cells make us do the dirty work. Not everyone is like this of course, just like how there're cancer survivors.

So I guess I'm writing this down, because like many others, I don't want to be gone.