Sometimes...

Taryn, I would love to have some "chachi" with ya. It would indeed make for an interesting evening. I am just looking into my own head. Maybe we are not so different....

You don't sound like you are from the east coast or new england...

Oh now..you, mister..are a'heavy thinkin' here..  

"Would I feel the pain?
Would I know its happening?
Do I see the aftermath?
or move to the front of the room?"
~I've played *this out many times.. if I could choose.. I'd wanna watch it all, front row, invisible-like..;)

of the what if's & thinkin' far ahead with worthy foresight, it is a very powerful smack in the rear when needed, keeps us prepared & suuum(many for me) times we just don't relax enuf.
busy brain, deep thoughts, I like it. great cascade down ur page..
~d

Wow...
You truly have a way to put those thoughts into words..
Very impressed

Love your comments and thoughts, darksighs. Being the audience and star of our own play. Isn't that whats happening?

But agree with your thoughts, they serve as a type of alarm or warning. Not that I fuss over this stuff, but sometimes it comes to me and I entertain those "what-ifs".

Thank you for your thoughts.

These are dismaying thoughts, but your tone is detached   It seems more curiosity than fear, somehow.  There could be an element of black comedy to this extremely well-written speculation.  Personally, I just hope I never see the Grim Reaper coming.

Interesting my tone is detached. I guess because its nothing I experienced directly. But, as stated, "sometimes", I get physical sensations of these things happening and my mind conjures the moment real enough where it feels like it could happen. But yes, curiosity is perhaps more whats happening than scared of dying. Like dying in the most tragic and horrifying way. I did not get into any gory type of death, cause having my throat slit or having my intestines ripped out are not anything that I imagine as an actual death. I had not considered the black comedy approach, but maybe the humor is in the ludicrousness of it?

awareness of mortality
is a bummer, as
Wordsworth almost
said..:)

haha  love that! I am gonna put that in my hat. You know. The one I don't wear.

The questions were correctly laid out at the end and the personal sincerity you have in your writes keeps the flow and mood consistent. Another easy read, thank you.

Thank you imperfect stone. For your comment and read.

Being addicted to sensation, learning how to describe and deliver them ultimately leads to a greater awareness of our own narrative. Everyone who is born dies some day. To know what it is to feel naturally leads to curiosity as to how the worst of sensations feel. It isn't the same as a desire towards the experience, but that fear-revulsion against something that's never occurred? Opens up chambers of fascination as we wonder what it is we fear and why. I meditate sometimes on the idea of being trapped in a coffin and buried alive. I never want to experience that, but the body has its own mind.

Being able to step outside of that body and see the whole is such a key aspect of relating to humans, to being a part of humanity. We are all part of a collective and when one story ends that person becomes a character remembered in so many other stories.

Who would find me?
How would they react?
Would I feel the pain?
Would I know its happening?
Do I see the aftermath?
or move to the front of the room?

Spotlight, stage center for a few moments during expiration. After that? Even in front you'd be decor.