Wrist

Her wrists were so innocent. White, soft skin, like they were the day she was born. Veins of life seen through the surface, perfect and untouched. No tension, no hate, no devestation that would be obvious at the sight of the rest of her. But feeling around in the darkness, she picked up her wrist, and felt the inside of it with her fingertips. Her hands were cold and her arm was warm. The blade was cold, and the blood was warm. It slowly came in, and the sensitive skin over the veins reacted to the slightest touch. The skin was tight and unmoving as the blade stroked it, sinisterly toying at her fate: two inches down, two inches up, pausing at the base. After a while, this rubbed a sore spot. She clenched her hand, and unclenched it. The blade came down, pinching the first millimeter of skin it came in contact with. Then it pressed harder, leaving a whiteish-pale green mark that eventually melted into the pale pale rose pink that they use to describe kids' clothes in magazines. She was left undecided what to do with the knife.

Life

I have a belief that we are all dead. Why are we alive? What is alive? Because we have a heartbeat? What is a heartbeat? The movement of an organ inside our bodies? What is our body. Our body is a shield, one great big company of magical beings making our brains do action. So what is our brain? Some thing located in the skull that comes up with ideas, thoughts, and sends messages to carry out actions with the company that is the body. What are ideas; thoughts? Concepts that are not yet real, not yet in action. But nothing is real. The universe and everything supposedly in it, do not exist. The illusion that makes our living easier. But what if the fact that we have a heartbeat, and have a body, and brains, ideas and thoughts - what if all that is a factor of being dead? Not alive? Do we know that we are not in the afterworld? Are we supposed to remember the world before? Not necessarily. I think it is very likely, that after the thousands of years talking about the 'afterworld', what if this is the afterworld, to a life that we are not aware of. I find this very likely. We are all dead.