Lie down, try not to cry. Cry a lot.

  Just another post writed in sadness. Again atmosphere, again with death in the background. It's terrible, i had to write something like "sun is shining, everyone's happy, I'm gonna eat some ice cream." Life is too brutal, too sad, to realistic. And I'm too emotional. For living. It's terrible, I'm experiencing the death of strangers. Presons important in my life,  they're changing my worldwiev. Yeah, this moment, when my authorities are largely junkies. But not at all, I'm not judging people by their addicts. "If you don't do drugs, you probably have another addiction. Even innocent."
Back to the theme.
So, I have just sat with laptop and suddenly I saw something like this on Wikipedia's news :
At the age of 74 years died of Ray Manzarek - co-founder and keyboardist of the American rock band The Doors.
My first reaction- Wut? The second was so much easier:

The Doors are one of the most inspiring bands in my life. What a diffrent- the same doesn't existing band with or without keyboardist? Nevermind, just another senseless thoughts. Light the Fire. For Ray.