Odd
Donning the role of a spectator
An indifferent one at that
While watching one’s life go by
With no feelings
Rather just an anticipation
Of what the screen will unfold next;
Not cold logic nor sentiment
Driving it
Rather
Just morbid curiosity;
Detached
From what’s going on
A spectator
To my life
I am.
Twisted tales on life 
I was wondering where did CR go..and what a way to get back..
just recently have been wondering how I would feel to be my own corpse, just have a look at myself as If I am my own dead self looking at how my life would feel….
Rambler, have been a bit busy of late
Interesting thought, looking down at one’s own corpse, a bit chilling to contemplate, would one feel detached or remorseful or just plain glad one is free?
CR
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