Death held my hand at my funeral and led me to the dance floor, where my favorite tunes were playing. I saw moments of my life flash before my eyes. These were defining moments, triumphant moments, hilarious episodes, heart-wrenching times and those moments that I had completely forgotten about. They were narrating my story because I no longer felt the need or capacity to do so. Since this was a judgement-free zone, I didn't have to explain my actions to anyone. This was my time to rest before having another go at it. I felt weightless, free and unencumbered. For the first time in my life, I felt more like myself, and I must admit that, for someone dead, I looked pretty damn good!
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
