I Dreamed of Truth
Last night I attended my own funeral. Sitting next to my boyfriend in a room I've never seen full of people I've seen too much of, I talked. I talked and talked but only to be ignored by the man I loved. He didn't look at me or even acknowledged I was speaking to him. There was just an empty look in his eyes as he stared ahead.
I wanted to know what was so captivating that he couldn't at least look at me for a second. It was my sister. She was standing at a podium of some sorts, speaking of me -- my death. She spoke to the small crowd sitting around me and mentioned my suicide. In that moment, I realized I attended my own funeral.
That moment of fear was terrifying. I was there to attend and watch the saddened faces of everyone I loved remembering memories of them and I together.
Of course, this all was a dream.
I woke up uneasy today.
