The Living Dead by Alejandra Sosa


Tere is nothing inspiring about a living ghost, this translucid illusion of someone you used to know and feel you are still looking at. Te remains of an image of who they used to be but now in a blurry almost fainted vision of someone you remember once knowing. It is complicated to look at someone only to have to assimilate that the container is now empty and what you see is an empty cocoon of who was once there. A shadow made out of memories.


I had a cookie jar that I didn’t want to share. Tis cookie jar had but only one cookie that I didn’t want to eat or let be eaten by someone else. I had friends and there was this very particular person that I thought was one as well. My mistake was to confuse a foe for a friend. Tis unexisting friend knew the value of the cookie in the cookie jar, it was not of value to anyone else but me, reasonably so since it was only mine. Not sharing is not considered nice. Te foe once called friend stole the cookie jar to sell to some people I never met. He and the people destroyed the cookie to crumble and left nothing behind. I was lost. I didn’t know why,when, or who I only knew how and yet “how” I couldn’t entirely remember I guess a bit of luck on my side.


Te jar was broken, the cookie gone but I was left behind.


I’m just a reminder of robbery. Te robbers identified and caught by the same authorities were released and freed with a minor tap on the hands. No happy endings, this is just life and this was just another life occurrence that stuck with me


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After dying and waking up the next day the first few times you will believe you are really dead therefore you will act as such, you will not raise from bed, eat or want to talk to anyone this is the denial stage, you are denying that you are still alive and really only want to die, after a while unmotivated you will get


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for the rest of mine. Te need to romanticize tragedies and take something out of them such as an introspection, analogy, or inspiration is just stealing from the already fallen. Te dead must be placed to rest even if they are still alive, let the traumatized be killed by trauma, get through it, be put to peace by it. Sounds rough, sounds impossible to just let someone fade away but have you ever been able to bring a ghost back from the dead? You have no other option but to mourn them, let them move on and let yourself start assimilating life without them. It is weird whenever we think of death it is always a body going underground and you just keep going on with your life once the soil is placed over it. Out of sight out of mind I guess. You just console yourself with the idea that their spirit is still around you and looking over you. What happens when the body is left behind and the soul is what is gone? How do you bury something you can’t put under ground? When do you know it is time to move on if you’re still seeing their ghost vividly in front of you everyday? It shouldn’t matter, it is not about you, it is about them. You will eventually adjust to their new selves and the new soul that takes place into their vacant body. Tey on the other side are living on empty, feeling dead with the burden to keep living really takes a toll on you one I hope you would never understand. Te closest I can come to describing it is forcing your car to keep moving long after the gas tank is empty and all it wants to do is break down.


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