Surreal

This moment is surreal.
I’am not there,
A few minutes ago, I wasn’t here either..

I’am somewhere else,
Not in the real,
Neither the unreal.

Not in my heart,
Nor in my mind.

I’m here, all alone..
Just with my own self.

In silence,
The one you feel before death,
The one you feel before you know the end is certain.
When you see,
something that resembles life is walking away,
Slowly…swiftly..
Something is leaving you..

I’am not certain but I wonder,
This is how it would feel
When your life leaves your body.
How do you know how much of you is left in you,
If something of you is dead already ?

You don’t know what’s happening..
Never been familiar with this feeling.
All you know is that,
You are comfortable with this silence,
With a part of you abruptly leaving.

You don’t even have the strength to wonder,
Or the audacity to question,
That would you be dead when it’s gone finally
Or were you dead the moment you allowed it to happen..
And even if you could, why would you ?
Dead things demand no fortification.

Oh, you think it’ll be back someday ?
Oh no my dear,
It’s Metamorphosis..
It’s liberation !