I’m already dead.
Died and gone to heaven.
Did I die in that car crash?
When I slipped and fell?
When I stopped breathing for what felt like eternity?
When I desperately wanted it to stop?
It matters not.
I merely remember a moment where I finally got the joke,
that I was in the only afterlife there is,
cavorting in astonishing beauty,
laughing and dancing with angels.
Whatever seeking I had undertaken to get here was but the build up to a punchline –
all I’d ever needed to do was notice I was already here.