From Jostling in a crowd..
to laughing out loud.,
From crying with pain
To dance in the rain.,
I behold a lot of memories within me..

from eating and drinking,and smoking.
to fighting and chilling and provoking..

from trying to make a difference..
to becoming in itself different

from making loads of cash..
to becoming just a trash..,
that was "after life" to me..

through all the hard times..
and through the goods..
through all the memories
and through all the moods..,
from watching the humans,animals and birds..
to motivating, critisizing, and using swear words..,
I did never want this to end..
BUT IT DID..

The day I got up..
it wasn't me
I was the soul
not the body
everyone crying there
everyone speaking to me
I was able to hear everything
but was not able to say anything

I didn't know what to do
everyone distressed and surprised around me..
speaking how good or...