I’ve always seen the world differently. Not in the way
that we tell stories, or our particular views, our public opinions or excessive
need to know more and more, to what more to explain to others and what we
differentiate right and wrong. I see something more. I have received a gift and
a curse. I see the dead.
I’ve always been able to see them, I can’t think back far
enough to when I couldn’t. I just always have. At first I couldn’t distinct
them between the living, but they always had a weird feel when I got close,
maybe that’s because I was young but now it’s like they pop out, they are more
distinct. It’s become normalized, and I’ve become desensitized. I’ve had many
awkward encounters with dead, and people giving me disturbed stares like I’m
crazy. I’m not crazy, they are there, and there is not one doubt in my mind!
Even my mother hinted it to me before she died… I remember
it clearly as she lay on the bed next to me and her eyes shone towards me, she
said “Soul my one and only boy, you are my angel on earth. You have the world
that gives to you, never let your eyes deceive you”.