Glimpse of a star, glimpse of a light.
When all stars allign, the future will shine.
Fear the most, coward of destiny.
Furthermost you shall not turn to the misery.
When my soul left my body, I didn't think I will still be like this. I am, in my beloved clothes I liked to be when I was going to die. But I really really really didn't expect I could become some kind of ghost.
I can see. I can hear. I can touch? I can talk? I can walk?
When I looked to the floor I could see my toes. Then I touched my face. I see... I still have my senses. Can I smell? Hmm... No. I can't smell.
I looked around my room. It was untouched. Then I took a closer look. It was my body. It took me a while to react that I was in fact dead, I became a ghost. When I tried to touch my material body... I couldn't. I couldn't touch just like ghosts on kid shows couldn't touch.
And then, I remembered. I had a heart attack. My memory came somehow, but I was sad... I was so pathetic and sad that I remained in the spot. I shouted and cried unaware that my dad could possibly come and tell me what was wrong.
And he came...
"Agatha! Agatha! Can you hear me?! Wake up! Wake up!"
I saw how my dad shaked my lifeless body while I was there, crying while shouting that I was there... I told him to look at me, I told him that I was here... But he didn't hear me.
I was, in a true way, dead.