Contemplation

Who is she? Where did she come from and how did she end up here? She seems in thought, though she is clearly dead... Can the dead think? I thought not, maybe I should reconsider... No, that's not an option, reality is real, tangible and visible... But what if all we are isn't real nor really existing? 

Could we exist as a mind in a simple shell? moving from one area of existence into another? Do we take our troubles with us? Do we ever really learn? Do we get a second chance?

Or is Life just really futile and pointless? And in a sense, disappointing and depressive. Or is that's just the dead's point of view?

Are we truly alive or are do we exist like her, in endless thought... Neither living nor dead, neither real nor non-existent, neither meaningful nor without meaning... What does ever makes sense? ... Except our own thoughts and contemplations...