Really? I should think that the dead would talk a great deal. Maybe not like in plays, the way that they appear with great foreboding or advice told through Christmas dreams. Rather I think that the dead would talk to the living through memories that just won't go away. The insignificant kind that account for nothing larger than a stolen moment, a fragment of conversation, or a single look. It shouldn't matter, but you remember it no matter how insignificant it seems. If the person from that memory is dead, that could be their way of talking to the living. I did see somebody hurt very badly once. I thought that they might die, but I'm not sure if they ever did. I still think about it quite often, so maybe that is the ghost that talks to me.
I'm not happy because my life is without consequence. I have not made a mark or had a mark made upon me. If I disappeared from the face of this planet tomorrow, the world would turn none the wiser. It is a sad thing to realize at times, although most often it doesn't hinder my mood.
I've heard of heaven, and I even have reason to believe that it exists. I'm just not sure that it exists for everyone. Maybe some of us just die. Nothingness could be a comfort. A flat and gray slate of nothingness sounds peaceful, although I suppose that I wouldn't really know if it came down to that. You can't be peaceful in nothingness because you can't be anything.
What do you believe?
Do many people depend on you? I think that if it was my last day and I knew it was my last, I'd want to go see something amazing and new. Maybe I would go way up in a hot air balloon. This could prove to be a problem if I'm afraid of heights. I'm not sure, I've never been that high before. Are you afraid of anything?