A boy...

wonders what it's like leaving the world.

Will there be any pain?

Is it really going to be a light at the end of the tunnel?

Will he feel the strangely eerie sensation of watching himself on his death bed as his soul floats away?

Will people around him mourn? Will they cry? Will they miss him?

Humans are such funny creature, only after they've lost do they truly know the value of what they've lost. Regardless, he feels that his passing probably won't matter much. Who will feel his absence? He is but a little insignificant human, a passing facet of everyone else's life.

Will someone be welcoming him on the other end? Or will it be yet another lonely affair?

He sat there for a very long time, pondering and pondering... in the end, he decided to go out and play.