13 April 2012
Only in the black of night do I see. Behind closed lids, the script of a life once known plays out. Familiar faces are frozen in time. One face prevails in the blackness. The last I saw. I look deep into those eyes: caves of rage. Their blackness swallows me whole.
Awake. Living death. Closed walls suffocating me. My fingers search for surfaces. No light switch can illuminate my path. Is it night? My ears seek the sound, but find little other than the rush of air to my lungs. All senses are acute. But not my sight.
A sound. Her voice. Her voice? A face floods my mind. I'm drowning in the dark, tears streaming from eyes which will never see again.
Blind • Opuss № I