When I was dead

When I was dead

I cannot remember how the days ticked and tocked with the clock one hand dragging me through the endless monotony

Before the reefer diaries were handed down to my ocular path

What I felt

What I thought

Said

Expressed

Experienced

Was like a black and white T.V without sound

I was unheard

Unseen

Unfelt

Unmoved

Closed up and afraid

Now I feel every misty spray from every wave

Like a wave of emotions from the ocean

Like kissing the lips of your lover

Like time stopping

I am no longer immune to the colors of the rainbow

I am no longer shut off from the evening lights on those hot summer days

My mind has opened up

Into the depths of its truths I lurk finding what I find

Dumpster diving for the things I missed

Aesthetically visualizing the anaesthetized numbing of my frontal lobe

Flash backs and memories fly back

Slowly remembering when I was dead