It is 7am, and, I don’t know this reality. Eyelids heavy, they begin to climb to search the room for familiarity. “I am awake, this isn’t a lucid dream”, I shakily remind myself, as the suns orange glow slides through the shades.
Comfortable in my bed, I notice right away the strange physical ick that wasn’t there last night. The body wants to burst through the wall and take off in a neverending run, but the brain is drowsy, with a melancholy that traps the desire to move in an awkward twitch. Yet, behind this all, is something new. Trapped in bed, knowing this is all a result of the new meds…like a hidden crystal lake is a different vision.
Imagine a pyramid alone in the desert, when the full moon sits at the crown of the sky, illuminated…inside buried deep in a sarcophagus was the person I had always meant to be.
Now at 7:30, the golden prison opens, and like a Pharaoh gazing upon a lost empire…I see for the first time the wreckage, the struggles, the delusions, and insanity with clarity.