The blinding light makes you want to close it, but something stops you. Something holds your right eye open. Now your left. The light changes accordingly. Again you want to close your eye. Then whatever it is holding your eye open moves away from you. The light is gone. But now you want to know where you are. Your eyes snap open. You look around.

You moan (audibly this time) as you look around and see a familiar sight. The white walls., the door with the only window. You must have blacked out. Maybe it was a doctor who shone that bright light in your eyes. Maybe it was all your imagination. Maybe there is a reason you’ve been put here.

You begin to recount all the things you can remember. All of it is so vague. You don’t remember what you were thinking about before you blacked out. Or did you really black out? Did you maybe imagine that, too?

You don’t know anything any more. Your eyes begin to sting again, but not from sweat this time. The tears pour out and again you lose time and forget reality and none of it matters because neither of them have any influence on you, you mind, your thoughts, anything.

So, you’ve cried. Has that really accomplished anything? Now your nose is running and you can’t even wipe it with the back of your sleeve because they’re tied behind you.

And this life for so many. Can you relate? Does this make sense to you? Do you maybe wish it did? Don’t you really wish it didn’t?

David “Dafyd” Burgess 11/10/98