Imagine you've gone missing. Who would look for you? Who would notice you been gone? How long would it take to figure it out? How long til the search becomes tedious and the party gives up?
A friend of mine once had a dream that our friends were all together prepping for my mass. I was missing and it seemed to them that I was dead and gone. A few nights before I dreamed i was stabbed and left to die. My final breaths i saw my friends looking but i couldnt scream or cry out to them. My voice was gone.
Now lets get back to missing. Are you dead? Are surviving? What wills you to keep going? Determined to rise from the grave given to you.
Me? Just the idea of attending my own wake. Think about it a room filled with people wearing black, crying, probably a hater or two who can care less about my status. All of them focused, not seeing the small framed figure walking through the door. Mousy reddish brown hair, dirty tanned skin, and ripped disheveled clothes. Black bottomed feet stride slowly through the room as row by row people gasp in fear and surprise. Make it to the front where someone stands.
"Who died?" the figure will say.
"You did" the answer.
Open the casket its empty. Turn around look at everyone. A slight smirk on your face appears. And the rest is just left to imagine. For a moment you were erased, now what to do from there?
