• They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Mine didn’t, it didn’t have time to. I died to quickly to feel anything at all. I didn’t even hear the gun fire at the back of my head. I didn’t see my killer. I couldn’t kiss my girlfriend goodbye. I just died. Death is sad not the act but the finality of never having a physical experience again that’s the saddest part because everything in life is brilliant and vibrant even when it is gruesome. I am now doomed to an all encompassing omniscient presence on earth. I watch everything go about its daily business. I try to focus on important people in my first life but my focus is spread to thin and time passes to quickly. My parents are dead now and my girlfriend has grand kids already. My killer, he died before they ever found him. Watching the world as it turns you wonder what if one hemisphere were to die off, what the other half would do about it. Would they mourn and create another holiday. Would a cult form and come forward as the people who brought the judgment of god. What would happen to Christianity if The Church and pope died with all the others. Would society fall into disarray or would someone stand up to right this course and change the world for the better. Would that mean the only way for the world to unite is the destruction of half a planet. Did my existence mean anything at all. No it didn’t I was worthless not even worth mentioning in the annals of history. If I was anything I was the period at the end of this sentence. I would rather be an inkblot on a page than a period. Do you know what a period holds? It holds everything that was left unsaid, whether between friends, family, lovers, even strangers on the street. So as cliché as it is live every day like you are dying.