Past LifeThis song, it brings me back to a different time.
Such a thing seems common enough at first thought.
...But there's a problem. The time this song carries me to... I...
I wasn't born in yet.
Am I someone else?
The beat courses through me. I listened to this when I was a teen.
Wait... I'm still a teen.
I shut my eyes. I see a dance floor.
I've never danced.
But of course I did. I always danced to this song.
In fact, I was on the way to the disco the night I was hit by a car.
A car accident...? I've never been hurt. Not physically.
But I was driving there, my radio blaring this very song.
Bright light flashed into my eyes.
I felt sheer terror.
Bright light enclosed me.
I open my eyes, and I'm sitting at a computer listening to some old song.
Is this the one that played on my radio? It's so far away.
No, it was yesterday I heard it on the radio. That's not far at all.
Yesterday I died. I was killed in my car.
But I'm breathing now.
My toes tap to
Looking Into MyselfSometimes I like to look at myself in the mirror.
Not because I think I'm pretty,
But because sometimes it's good to get a sense of self.
Look into my own eyes
And see what lies inside.
I can stare all I want at my own face,
But sometimes I can't see anything.
And other times it's intense.
It comes at me with the ferocity of the soul.
It's like I awaken.
My eyes open wide.
I feel myself looking out from a shell, at a shell.
I feel myself peering back.
Who am I?
Why am I?
I feel empty and full.
I feel far away and near.
Am I connected to this shell?
Am I the shell?
Am I more?
I wonder what that darkness is outside my vision.
I wonder what that feeling is in my chest.
Is it but a heartbeat? Something that simply keeps this shell moving?
Is it more than that? It feels like more.
Does that part of me live on forever?
Or can I just end?
How can something end?
Can anything end?
Can anything begin?
Where did it begin? And how?
What's outside my world? Out in the stars? Out beyond them? Beyond