Learning How To Live Again

I've been dead a long time, and it's so funny that I didn't even notice it. I guess I just always thought it was a rut. But no, there really is something wrong, and it's with me. I can't see or hear or taste things the way they were. The entire world is a shadow of itself. And life was one vaguely less mundane and depressing engagement to another. I'm trying to open my eyes and breathe again. I'm buying rollerskates, and not taking things so seriously anymore. I'm listening to music and drawing dumb pictures over and over again the way I did as a child. And I'm thinking more, trying to put thoughts into words, even if they don't make sense or have no meaning.