I did die that day. I am left alone with my mind and the projection of everything that could have been.
It is a beautiful manifestation, even if it only exists within the span of my mind dying.
If this is the afterlife, what is life?
Life is but a dream.
As the child within me dies
You wipe the tears off our cheek
Our eyes will dry, when the memories have died.
As your skin begins to fall under gravities wing
You look at me, with disquiet.
Our eyes will never change until we die.
When I think about how you love me, my mind races back to the day I died.
I watched my life flash before my eyes. “If death is but a dream” I thought, “I have absolute control of my surroundings. If I am dreaming I can enter the lucid state and do whatever I please.”
I told myself that night, eight months ago, ” If life is but a dream I have the ability to make my dream a pleasant place to be, as it is but a collection of the subconscious space buried within the soul that once existed in reality. If I am truly no longer alive, then I have the ability to lucidly cause specific events happen in my life. If this is a dream within my death you will love me. If I am dreaming, death has already encompassed me”
Eight months have passed as you whisper those three words into my ear.
I never thought something so simple could mean something so complex.
Are you a projection of my mind? dose none of this exist?
I have been wiped clean of all feeling, left only with collection of forgotten emotion.