The Dead

An investigation of life and death and what might separate the two.

I dreamt last night that you overdosed. 

That you overdosed and died, but your body lived on in the same space and time as me. 

You were there but you were dead. 

Not living. 

Dead. 

Yet, you walked with the living and you had conversations, but you were dead.

And you watched as loved ones grieved you, you were there and they could see you, yet you were still dead. 

Dead but not gone. 

Maybe that’s what happens when we die.

You didn’t seem sad in the dream. 

It was as if all the emotions we make major were felt but not made immense, and didn’t take precedence over the moment. 

And as you walked dead with the living, you weren’t really the you we knew, but a purer element of what you have always been, of what you always will. 

Maybe that’s what happens when we die.