Imagine You Were Dead

Imagine you were dead.
Imagine you were dead and would be able to preserve some sort of consciousness.
A consciousness that is not exactly how you knew it would be, but close enough to how you’ve always felt it could be.
From that perspective you observe.
You see what your friends and parents do, what your children and animals do.
See what people do.

Imagine you were dead.
Imagine you were dead and witnessing a person who breathes so deeply, you can almost feel their lungs expanding, shooting oxygen into every single fiber of their body.
Reviving every cell that might have collapsed shortly before.
Breathing just for the joy of being able to breathe, with no other agenda or goal.

Imagine you were dead.
Imagine you were dead and spotting a child in the playground on the swing.
How high that child manages to go. Close to the point of swirling all the way around.
Throwing it’s head back while holding on tightly to the chains.
Closing it’s eyes and imagining flying.
Opening it’s lids and squealing out loud over the blue in the sky.

Imagine you were dead.
Imagine you were dead and you see a woman riding her bicycle through a tree lined street with big, beautiful houses.
Not to own, but just to look at them. Being grateful to have them as a backdrop on her 30 minute break.
Letting the wind in her ears be her companion.

Imagine you were dead.
Imagine you were dead and dropping in on a couple of friends sitting over lunch in a little street cafe.
Drinking and eating, discussing the evening.
Considering all the different options they have. Figuring out together, what would be the most fun thing to do that day.

Imagine you were dead.
Imagine you were dead and hearing someone cry so hard and loud that it rips through all available dimensions.
Ridden by pain over the loss of someone they loved they never thought they’d survive.
A hand reaching out to them. They stand up.

Imagine you were dead.
Imagine you were dead and a woman is grabbing your attention.
A woman sitting among hundreds of post-its. Scrabbling down ideas and getting excited over the possibilities that may lay ahead of her.
Puzzling and sifting through what she wants to make it happen.
Letting her neural pathways fire up and color her cheeks deep red.

Imagine you were dead.
Imagine you were dead and perceiving the thoughts of a man seated on a bench.
A man surrounded by people passing by, yet alone.
Alone with his thoughts of looking for a way out. Wondering if anyone would notice if he was gone. If anyone would care.
You’ve seen his friends and parents, his children and animals. His people.
You know the answer.

Imagine you were dead.
Imagine you were dead and regretting all the things you didn’t do.
Wishing you still had a body to slip back into. Learning. Easily.
Imagine you were dead begging you were still alive.

Imagine you were alive. No wait.

You are.