Dec 2017
I read my own obituary last night.
Car crash, fifteen years old.
After some thinking
I do remember dying.
I remember the flash
And the scraping of metal.
But I do not remember how
I woke up here.
To continue a life
That has already ended.
Car crash, fifteen years old.
After some thinking
I do remember dying.
I remember the flash
And the scraping of metal.
But I do not remember how
I woke up here.
To continue a life
That has already ended.
I had a dream last night that I had died and only crossed over into a different area of the universe to continue living.
