it's only part of the whole, but...

i think a large part of my fear of death is that
when i think about all the things left behind,
i can't process it.
obviously this thought pertains more to the human race
and overall destruction of earth as a whole
(as my death would not discontinue or erase everything),
but i just can't begin to think about all the music, art, places, whatever
that no one would be around to enjoy.
i can't think about right where it belongs or love you all never being listened to again.
i can't think about all the books and movies and shit going unnoticed.
i can't think about thunderstorms taking place with no one to fall asleep in them.
there's literally billions of things that would happen or exist,
beautiful things,
that no one could experience.
a lot of things wouldn't get to happen, as people are often the cause,
but it still fucking sucks to think of however many years going by
and there being whatever new life form,
and they don't have any nine inch nails or cloud cult or whatever the hell else.
there could be their equivilant of those things,
but that doesn't comfort me much.

maybe i'm too attached.