I'm sure I was dead. Yes, it has been over two
years since my dagger stab it right in my heart. Or that's what I think. Two
years have passed since I saw my poor corpse lying on the floor of a public
bathroom bathed in blood. Or that's what I think I see. I Have No Idea! I no
longer believe in the ability of human beings. Why? Because until now I have
not tasted death itself. As if to put an end to my own life too I failed. I
still live in this death.
Previously I thought that death is the end of
life. Ha Ha! Why I have been so stupid. Fooled by deceit delicious death.
Pleasure that all this nonsense will end. Death is just a trick illusion.
That's what I know. It has been my experience. And damn, here feels more
boring! Now I'm stuck here who knows how long.
Has quite often I see many who join me here. Most
of them look sad. Still not willing to come here, leaving their life fun. Few
were visibly upset. As with my first, felt he had deceived also by death. There
is no permanent friends, all passed. Yes, of course we are friends here. Or is
it that I call.
Once I saw this man. Men with anger on his face.
The man who must have been deceived by death. "You're all crazy!" He
cried not receive the souls who try to explain what happened. For a while he
became the center of attention, but only a moment did he walk away swearing to
no one.
We are in here too like you, talking about life.
Because we have experienced death, certainly we were one step ahead of you. So
just listen. Time was mortal, we are eternal. Only the different dimensions
between us. I'll stop there. Who am I to spoil the surprise that was death to
prepare?
Please do not hate me because of what I told you
guys. I equally hate when knowing this. I equally do not know the final receipt
does not exist in life. But it's not like we have a choice. Like the life that
is given to us without asking whether we want it or not. Maybe and just maybe,
my death is just a stopover before I die to the next place. After all who wants
to live forever in a place?