Bones and Angels

Time is not here with me. No time, no sense of touch. But emotions- I know there are emotions! And the emotions are everywhere. As if I am an empath, but somehow also stoic and uncaring. It’s just halos instead of faces. I’m getting my wish, in a way. I’m not surrounded by strangers. But rather- Skulls so that all I see are bones… But the bones are smiling but empty. I am the only one here who is flesh, and flesh is all I am… The bones are people too, I have to remember. The people who are bones are my family. All around me. But it hurts to see them. Maybe I’m not flesh, because flesh can feel. As if I am a spirit, having to watch them mourning. And so I watch, Until I fall asleep. Falling asleep… As if I am still living.