Afterlife

I walk into the store to buy a cup of coffee. The heat is blaring, and the people
are exposed. In a world where the layers are many, the sweat cleanses me. But
slowly, the layers are stripping away as things became acutely clear.

I’m awake.

I’m done with coffee; I order something to blur the lines. A glass becomes a few
and I’m still aware of my surroundings. I start to walk on the sidewalk where
everything happens. The story is written all around, where you walk; the ground
creates as you move. Before this, we thought we didn’t have a choice.

Before this we thought it was fixed and we were rock steady. But we didn’t have
room to fall out of place. Stuck, if we turn right, we pay a price. If we turn left, 
the price is higher. The directions comprise into one, but we never knew.

Today it burns. The confrontations are always there, not your own, but of others. 
Their emotions become yours, and yours merge into theirs; an influence that we 
weren’t aware of.

My eyes opened and the layers gone. I’m naked in a superficial world and I’ve 
lost nothing. I break down what I’ve built. Only to build it again. From the start 
point. A replay with a different story.

But my memory is wiped, completely. I cannot recall my previous life.