Walking, walking on the moon

Theory about moon sucks. It doesn’t work for urban creatures like me. Having chaos in the head, have same chaos with body, no cycles, nothing certain, never know what and where is going to happen.
Haven’t slept last nights, had too many thoughts. Want so much to fall asleep and never awake. One long sweet infinite sleep isn’t it great?
I remembered experience of two people, who were dieing and shared their feelings and reflections. The first was an old lady. She lay in a bed and her granddaughter asked, what granny was thinking about in her last moments. Whether she has remembered her childhood, or may be she was thinking about God and life after death. An old respectful woman replied the one thing which was in her mind is all her lovers.
Another situation is about men, who fall out the window of 5th floor. He survived and friends used to ask him, what he felt while falling – does all his life rushed off his eyes, like in cinema? He said, no guys, there were only one thing in my head. Not a thing but a word actually. There was one short word: “F*CK!!!”
In critical situations I used to think about weird things too. I’ve thought if I’m dead, I will lie in a coffin and lot of people (huh…hopes, dreams :)) will come to part with me, and my haircut and nails must be perfect. So yesterday I went to salon and made manicure and cut hairs…I’ve never been so much beautiful before! Better I will stay alive.