A SEQUEL TO LIFE

When i died it was just another thing.
I was kind of looking up to it from the moment i knew i was going to die.
You know we always talked of the inevitable end being death and shit like that and we make a big deal out of it but seriously, it was nothing like that.
it was just another thing. like um...like brushing you teeth, or maybe.. chewing some kind of food which is in your mouth.yeah.just like that.

actually i would never have known that i'm dead, if it wasnt for Ming.
I had this funny sensation in my stomach, you know the ones you get when your on the giant wheel and when its descending from the topmost point..one of those and thats it.

i was like what the..? and then i saw Ming.

i had first met Ming when i was 7 years old.
She used to live in the same complex i used to. so we often played games together. she was my first friend...as in friend...you know what i'm saying?..yeah. ok.
so we used to hang out together.i never knew she had asthma. when she died my mother told me what exactly asthma was and etc.
i was 9 when she died..and so was she.
and
i was 24 when i died..she was still 9.


so when i saw Ming in her red dress, white panty-hoes and black ballerina shoes i thought it was just another dream like the ones i used to have after her death but she told me and made me realise that i had actually died.
so i was like.."so thats it..i'm dead?"...and she nodded, her dark hair falling over her eyes and covering them completely.

You know the wierd thing about dying is the fact that you never know where exactly you are.I mean the place. i can never tell where exactly i am. which state, which country. heaven? hell?
Theres nothing called "Heaven" or "Hell"...
Theres no God or Satan...nothing.....trust me....hello! i'm dead!

its like your walking through a fog so thick that everyhthing seems like a a freshly painted empty room of a house where nobody's moved in yet or somebody has moved out. everything looks and feels clean, it smells clean as well. there is no air to breathe, no dust particles in the air, no shadows..but a constant whisper, like you can hear someone talking in a different room and your trying to find out the source of the sound so your always looking for something..atleast thats what i feel.

i dont know if i'm a ghost or not. i dont think i am...so i asked Ming if i was.. we were ghosts...
she didnt think we were.
i asked her what were we supposed to do.. now that we were dead..
she said that she didnt know.
nobody knew. she told me i'de get used to it...she had.

so i thought... this was it.
death...the other side of life.
i wonder why i didnt meet other dead people as well.
like i wanted to meet many peopl actually...starting off with kurt cobain and leonardo da vinci..and many others but that never happened.
it was just Ming and I.
I never feel tired, i never feel lonely, i never feel frustrated...nothing..its wierd.
actually you wont understand now...just wait alright? just...wait.