By Kai Mollel (@kaimollel)
I am those neurotics
Little flu and I revisit my will
My death
Thoughts of the Color of my casket and a day after my burial
My poor father
I can be paranoid
A flashing thought of my final days throws me to the seabed
My poor babies
The worries of living knowing you will die
I am also a believer
Knowing after my time
I will dine with my savior
My resurrection
The day I will be made whole and perfect
The joy of living and dying in Christ.