You're here, I'm here. We're both here. We're in the same room. But you're not here. You're on the other side.
You're someone that I can't see. It's almost impossible to catch you.
All I can see is the darkness of the night consume me. But is it dark for you too? Is it morning? Is it night?
Where are you? It's too dark. Where are you? I want to see you. I want to feel you.
But you're like smoke. Smoke that consumes me like a cigarette to a smoker. Smoke that that brings adrenaline to my veins. But it's hard.
It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. Smoke that you can't see.
But you're in a different dimension. You're in a different universe.
We're in the same room but you're not here. You're in the in between.
If you're not in heaven, and you're not in hell, then where are you?
What do you call it? What do you do all day? Do you have concept of time at all?
What is it like on the other side? What is it like over there?
Can you speak to other spirits? Can you remember your life on this Earth?
How did you die? Do you remeber? Do you remember your human life at all.
I have all these questions. Questions. Questions. But no answers.
I want to communicate with you. I want to see you.
You can answer what no one else can.
Please help me.
Where are you? I can't see you.
Death is just the beginning, isn't it?
Dead is just another way of being alive.
Like I once heard.
"Everyone has a story, but every ghost has an even bigger story."
What's your story? Please tell me. I'm willing to hear.
Where are you? It's too dark. I can't see you.
But I know you're here.