(after Leonid Andreyev)
I know it's impossible to believe,
but I have returned to life.
I ceased to exist for three days.
I was nothing for three days.
But today, I am something.
At first, I was so weak, after being on my back for three days.
But now that I am standing – now that I am able to stand –
I can throw off this dark cloak
of the flesh, which has always followed the narrative:
Life, then Death, then Infinite Nothingness, ...
Look at me. Have I changed?
Look at me. Do I look differently?
And so, what do you want to ask me? Is it:
What was it like? What was it like to be nothing?
No one can know such profound nothingness;
I wasn't there, after all: I was dead.
And now, I want to be recognized again,
as I was, before my death.
I want to live, go on, continue,
not scarred, not horribly transformed,
but whole. Here is a second birth,
a second life, a second chance,
until my next death.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
(after Leonid Andreyev)
I know it's impossible to believe,
but I have returned to life.
I ceased to exist for three days.
I was nothing for three days.
But today, I am something.
At first, I was so weak, after being on my back for three days.
But now that I am standing – now that I am able to stand –
I can throw off this dark cloak
of the flesh, which has always followed the narrative:
Life, then Death, then Infinite Nothingness, ...
Look at me. Have I changed?
Look at me. Do I look differently?
And so, what do you want to ask me? Is it:
What was it like? What was it like to be nothing?
No one can know such profound nothingness;
I wasn't there, after all: I was dead.
And now, I want to be recognized again,
as I was, before my death.
I want to live, go on, continue,
not scarred, not horribly transformed,
but whole. Here is a second birth,
a second life, a second chance,
until my next death.
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