Dear Brother

[...]
But after I died I lost all my feelings and morality's. It's strange. The feeling when you die is strange... and sometimes after that you feel like an empty bottle or broken egg. Eggs...I miss the morning eggs from breakfast.
But let me talk about that strange felling of dying.
You sit on the plane in your seat and all the things around you are drowing in panic, noise and chaos. The noise is running into your head and stamps your mind down to the ground. The girl next to you screams all the time... but you can't hear it really. And then, the plane crushes to the ground, your body breaks, you scream, evryone screams and then... silence. Ground zero. The and of life and light. The world becomes empty darkness and good-sweet silence.
You are like a little stone, light and heavy at the same time. And at that time you can fly over the highest clouds or drown in the deepest sea.
[...]