I asked here and there

I asked here and there. Totally unrelated, may be they saw me walking. Why will they see me? I am not around anymore. I am dead like a flower which has been just broken off from its branch and is in the hand of man who thinks giving a dead flower to a woman is going to impress her. I am dead yet I think, but my thoughts don’t matter anymore. Do my thoughts ever die? Where are the dead thoughts? What are the dead thoughts? Thoughts that nobody has ever heard, has never been spoken, has never been seen, has never been felt, and has never been thought of. How the hell do I know? I don’t even know when my friends leave me and when I am too much for them. May be because of my behavior of not caring enough and making fun of myself is what people hate and they drift far from me. That was a joke, see thats why people hate you. Hate is such a strong word I don’t know like it and I don’t even use it, but I did there before. I mean I am dead so why do my thoughts matter. Therefore, I can say anything I want and it will be nobody’s business because I am already dead. I don’t affect the life of anyone so who cares? So I asked here and there to make sure that I was dead so that I can say anything I want and whatever the hell is in my heart and brain. The funny thing is that nobody can hear and see me so I didn’t get any answers to my question so I guess I must be dead. I mean I even saw Freddrie Mercury dancing at the last block who was dead when I was alive so I must be dead. I am glad that I got that out of the way. Now I can say whatever the hell it is in my heart and brain.