Wisp

I am dead. Or that's how it feels like. That I am a soul extracted away from my body. That I insist to see some people before I give in..

Then two men came and opened the wooden door from the outside. I glide swiftly through the open hinge once they entered the room eventhough I know that ghosts can immaterialize through solid barriers.

Then I see someone who's face I can't recall, who's gender I can't perceive, but gives that feeling of familiarity. And I watch that person laugh in a way I've never seen when we're together. The tone of their voice, together with the two guys who entered the room, was too exuberant and the sound of their laughter vibrates true happiness that, I know, I never elicited to them before.

That my loss wasn't too much of a loss for some. That I was nothing and never played a part.

Then I saw my younger sister. Not saw, but more of "felt". I was immediately in a different place now. I tried to look for her. Call her out. But no one's hearing me. I see them but no one can see me. I shouted, "I'm here!". But it seemed that such was just thrown to the oblivion. I am foot away from them yet death was able to form a barrier to keep me away.

I am left out. I am lost. That feeling of un-belongingness haunts me. And I feel the sadness, the melancholy of being alone with no one to be with to guide you through your fears. 

And I woke up. Not sobbing. But tears continuously flowing down my cheeks. 

I feel empty for being nothing.