Between Life and Death

I reside somewhere between life and death, and have been doing so for quite some time.  Most people either cling to life or wait things out in the shadows of death.  I’m in neither camp, and not because I’m special or set apart from the rest of humanity.  This “place” in between is sometimes gloomy and always grey, tombstone grey.  No, I don’t communicate with the dead.  I’m not a necromancer, and while I’ve searched high and low for ghosts I haven’t seen a real one yet.  Still, I hear the voices of the departed, listen intently to them in fact; admittedly, I also respond from time to time.  Such “conversations” go nowhere.  They stay within the narrow confines between life and death.