Death licks us individually
I was painting your face. As if for Halloween; it felt so real and fun, as if we were together again. You were wearing a purple suit and dressing up as joker. We were chatting, I though and said ‘you look really good’.👻😈🧟♀️
But somehow I knew you were gone. I asked if it was nice up there and you said ‘no’. I asked ‘why’ and you couldn’t quite explain and you have mentioned that ‘death licks us individually. Not at the same time. Individually.’
It was such an experience; it felt so like you, rather than dream you. We hugged too. My mind wants to believe that is was more than a dream but who can know for sure.
Could my subconscious come up with something that is profound? Is it even that profund? Or just worded in an iteresting way.
What did it meant to mean? Like, loneliness? You die so alone and you feel alone for ever and that’s why it’s not very nice?
