Friday, September 27, 2013

Visions of Mortality

I’m seventeen and I’m dead.
I think I’ve been dead for about two years.  It’s hard to tell because the passage of time is different here.  My friends and family have grown older, taller in some cases, and don’t cry for me as much as they did in the beginning.  I’m pretty sure that my friend Shelby is nineteen now, but it’s easy for me to lose track of birthdays.  I’ll have to ask her the next time we talk.