“I want you to think about how unusual your life is. Your parents got divorced, your mother got cancer, everyone was fighting their own wars, and you had to grow up in that. And I’m truly sorry about that. Your childhood wasn’t perfect. But I know you’re growing up into a wonderful person anyways. If anyone knows about life’s up and downs, its you. Because of that, you will be a success.”—My Dad
What if none of us are really alive? What if right where you're sitting now, someone else, in the parallel universe, is sitting there and that person is the live one. What if we're the dead ones, that haunt the people who actually live in our homes? Imagine, instead of us being the "humans;" the people that we claim "haunt" us, are the humans, and in reality, we're the ones haunting them while they live normal lives? What if none of us are actually alive? I mean, we feel pain, but nobody can explain to you what death feels like after they have died. So what if death doesn't hurt? What if death is actually us dead people leaving our universe, and being reborn into a live human being. What if the people we call "dead" are thinking the same thing? Fuck.
“Can you hear me?
Well I don’t even care.
I’ll stop my screaming if you look the other way.
It’s been a bad year,
So let me sleep in one more day.
I really found the simple things live closest to your home.
I’m not alone because I live inside a world that is my own.
I haven’t found what I’ve been looking for yet,
But you can count on me to stay forever.”—The Dangerous Summer, Surfaced