Comatose BreathingA Story by popouriiMy experience of blacking out once.
If you’re like me, the bottomless dark is the most exhilarating collapse you will ever take in your life. It is also mysteriously nullifying, any nervous thoughts or feelings of affliction is suddenly vanquished by the rapid drop in your blood level. It’s like sinking into a void in your mind that you didn't know existed, a fracture in your awareness. Everything will fall into a haze, a second that expands into eternity. A dreamless dark lightly showered with memories and events that maybe really did happen once. I smell your deodorant and I catch your face as soon as it escapes from me. The reflection of something so bittersweet doesn't sting me for the first time. My mind is senseless to emotion just like my comatose breathing… I don’t even know if I’m breathing. I don’t even know what my name is.
Slowly, I resurface to consciousness. I anticipate for feeling to sink back into my body, but I don’t want it too. My mind is cluttered with perplexity, but at the same time it’s lucid like glass. This conviction of being alive only lasts for a few moments as thoughts of you began to fog up all clarity. My face is pressed against the carpet, eyes watering from the pain of the preceding fall, my skin lightly kissed by cool air from the swift spinning fan. I lay here for awhile because I’m suddenly too lethargic and ex-animate to even think about moving. I concentrate on the change in my temperature, my body recovering; I can hear the blood pounding in my head. It’s loud, but not loud enough to drown out the little voice that always takes me back to a place that I want to belong in but never will. I don’t want to think about you anymore, but I cannot run from what’s living inside of me. © 2013 popouriiReviews
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