Ghost Heart.

I was dreaming last night, and in my dream I died.

I was murdered by 3 men in a ground floor room, maybe an apartment.

I was lying stomach-down, with my head to the side. The back of my head was missing. But my spirit still saw out of my open eyes.

I saw the mens boots walking around me, then out the door. My right hand was in front of me, and, fascinated, I looked at it for a few hours, as it stiffened, and became pale.

I climbed out of my body, and sat on my back, watching my face with interest. I watched as fluid drained from my mouth and nose, as a green substance issued from my flesh. The floor stained around the openings of my body.

Within days, maggots had burrowed into me, my body bloated, patches of grey. Putrefaction. No one would like me right now.

Then my body collapses again, broken skin, blackness and rotting. The sun and the moon spun by. Fluids spill from me, staining a much larger surface than before. The first generation of maggots leave me, and try to bury themselves in the floorboards. They fail, and become consumed by insects, eating them, eating the me in them. Black putrefaction.

I am now mosquitos and flies, and gases in the air, and bacteria.

After 20 days and nights, beetles and wasps eat their way around my dried out and flattened corpse. I am mouldy, I smell like cheese. This is my butyric fermentation.

Then my dry decay sets in, and I am nothing but hair and bones. Eventually my hairs are consumed, and only my bones remain.

My spirit stands, and sees my skeleton spread out before me, bleeding blackness onto the floor, as if it is floating in a hole. I am unrecognisable as myself, and I lose interest.

I look around the room, and as the sun and moon rush past like strobe light, I see time accelerate. I see the light get brighter in the days, and brighter at night, I see the world start to catch fire, no animals any more.

No birds.

Silence.

The room breaks apart, and dust blows in. Dust and dirt. But no plants.

The roof is gone, the sky looks like a sunset all day.

There is no night any more.

I rise, floating through the air, looking at the city beneath me. Buildings had fallen over, it's a desert. Blacks, greys. It rots, like I did. A stain on the planet.

I look at my country, and see it is the same all over. The world, the same.

The sun is closer now, there is no life. I find other spirits, floating above the world. Watching, eyes downward, as earth slingshots around the sun. Floating amongst the satellites, we have become corporeal satellites ourselves.

We silently observe, as the world bursts into flame, the core and the surface reunite. Our world is like a little sun again.

And in no time at all, the sun eats the world.

I see all of this with no regret. I feel nothing but wonder. I don't need a home any more. I feel no cold in space. And I think about searching for other lives, other worlds to observe.

I am a ghost.

And after billions of years of this, I take pause, and remember there was a time when I lived in a world, and had a body. Had feelings and fears, vulnerable and weak, deluded, proud.

My DNA was fuel for the flames, so was yours. We became the sun, along with every organism that ate us. Even the winds that scattered us became gas for the sun, the sun which now has died and gone cold. We die so many times.

Everything dies, nothing is permanent.

This is the essence of life, and the thing that makes it so precious. It won't last, and what we concentrate on in the tiny speck of time our light shines on the world is both of ultimate importance, and at the same time meaningless.

That is the answer to life- the death.

And the answer to death, is the life.

When I awoke I felt strangely disconnected from this world, and from the people I know. I saw my place in the Universe, the insignificance of my lifes works.

I had all at once so much more compassion for people, and none.

I have a ghost heart now.


This is knifey, from 'the internet'.