Last signaL

Oh hey, hey hey...

I finally got a hold of someone, thank fuck… it’s been weeks.

Or, actually, I don’t know. I can’t see the sun anymore. I’m too far down. It’s hard to tell the time with no sun or any light for that matter. And I don’t have a watch or my phone. God I miss my phone. Wait can I use yours…

Argggggh

Did it work? I was trying to open Twitter. Is it open?

I guess even if it is open I cant see it so what’s the fucking point. *little moan* I can’t actually hear you but I know it worked this time. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like I can feel your presence. Feel the heat of your breath and the thud thud thud of your heart valves opening and closing. I can feel your presence more than I could feel anything about anyone when I was living. I can feel you, wherever you are, but I can’t see anything. I can’t see anything but the dark I’m in.

I never thought it would be this hard. It’s not supposed to be this way, right? I’m supposed to be in some white light hanging out in a heaven or a paradise or something.

Or I was supposed to be reincarnated into an animal or new person reliving life from a different perspective with no knowledge of my previous carnations.

Or, for that matter, a freakin’ spirit wandering around hopelessly with unfinished business. I was not supposed to be stuck here.

I know you can hear me, so listen up. As far as I’m aware, none of that stuff exists. Or maybe I wasn’t good enough to get that.

I don’t really know what happened to me, or if it happens to others, that’s what sucks about being trapped in the coffin you were buried in. Okay, nevermind everything sucks when you are stuck in a coffin.

I guess you could call me a ghost but I don’t exactly have a form or a spiritual outline like I thought I’d have. I’m more of a consciousness stuck in a body I can’t control. I’m stuck here, I fucking hope it’s not forever. I would have probably lost it if you weren’t here…