It's Time For a Change

I went outside
to get a drink.

I saw my uncle, Mike,
sitting there,
staring at me.

He was smiling
like I've never seen him
before,
as if
he didn't have
a care
in this world.

He didn't.

Because in my dream,
he was a ghost.

It didn't make any sense.

I was completely shocked.

I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He laughed
and gave me a hug.

Our souls connected.

For, what I felt,
was the first time.

I could feel his energy,
his entire being
warming up
my sad soul,
telling me,
everything's gonna be alright.

I believed him.

Never
have I ever
felt such a joy,
such a wonder,
such comfort,
from a simple
touch.

It was just a hug.

We don't do this,
now.

It makes me wonder,

why?

This is our life.

This is our time.

We need to connect

NOW.

Not in some dream,
or at a funeral.

RIGHT NOW.

We can and
we will.

I will make it
MY
responsibility
to make sure
this happens,
to make sure
ALL
of those around me
feel loved.

We owe ourselves this much.

Not much will come
from the way
we've been acting
so far.

It's time
for a change.

The Last and Only Birthday Card

The ocean
is the greatest wonder
of life.

In death,
it is our home.

The great migration
to the other side
is in the
deep blue.

I have not witnessed this.

Many
with an unfortunate
curse
have.

They watch
as thousands
with their heads split open,
stomachs torn out,
souls mutilated,
dive into the waves.

Right now,
I wonder,
is this where my aunt
is heading?

Is she making
her final journey
with the rest?

I don't know.

I don't have
the curse.

I don't want it.

But, if I did,
I'd follow her
and make sure
her final view
of this world
is the most gorgeous sunset
she's ever seen.

It's the least
I could do,
considering
I never once
gave her a
birthday card.

Screaming at the Universe

I was hungover.

Bad.

I felt like puking
everywhere,
covering every inch of
sunlight
with my bile.

Instead,
the sun scorched
my skin
and fried
my idiot brain.

I kept on.

A tunnel was coming up,
a break from the heat,
but I could hear
madness
escaping from its
shadows.

There was no way around it.

I entered...

His name,
I don't remember,
his face,
red,
his eyes,
red,
his breath,
worse than mine,
his hands
bloody
and holding a beer.

He offered me one.

I accepted.

His words were
incoherent,
but I got the message.

Life is worthless.

Yet we keep going.

To what,
I don't know.

I threw up
after we departed.

I could hear him
screaming
at the universe.

There's really
not much else
anybody
can do.

Eternal Agony

All their lives
they had to struggle
through a miserable
existence.

Now this...

Their souls
held prisoner
in
eternal agony.

There is too much
I do not
understand.

How could
such a horrifying
dimension
exist?

What does it all mean?

If the afterlife
is
worse than our
horrible jobs,
credit,
prisons,
then,
why on earth
would anybody
want to
die?

I no longer want to die.

I love this place.

I love my life.

I love that
I
have the power
to create
eternal bliss
right here
in this dimension.

This much
I do understand.

Nothing else really matters.