I Have Promises to Keep
Death.
Not sure what I expected really.
Big glowing neon sign?
'Welcome to the Afterlife, please keep to the paths and don't rearrange the roses'.
Would have been better than this drifting.
In fact I'm pretty sure that when one crosses over, the body is said to be left behind while the spirit goes on to the great beyond.
I think I missed that howler.
Because I'm pretty sure I'm still here. Here referring to the place I was before I was rather inconveniently killed.
Distinct lack of green fields and gambolling unicorns.
Nope. Still in London. But a London I can't touch.
Oh it was fun for the first few hours, reading over people's shoulders, inserting comments at inappropriate times.
Gets old real quick when you get no response.
So it's back to flitting around, drifting from place to place.
I think I'm looking for something.
But I'm not sure, could just be going crazy. Well, crazier.
It feels like a tugging, an urge to do, to go, I don't know.
Perhaps it will become clearer.
Perhaps it won't.
Perhaps I'm not simply going crazy.
Maybe I've finally snapped.
This might not be real.
Who am I to judge?
Everything seems slightly insane to me.