The act of waking up is a slow and unsure process for me. I open my eyes and realize that they are still closed – caught between reality and a dream or even a nightmare. I fight to open them and finally arise from a deep slumber. Through very reliable hindsight, I now accept that I had been asleep for a long time. The numbness is there and so is the reality that some muscles have softened, a kind of neural dystrophy.
I am now wide-awake and see the bus left without me, only a horse is there. Cliché as it may sound, then so be it, I am going to get on and ride until it dies of exhaustion.
Let the carrot drive you nuts.
I see an image of radiating beauty coming out of the dark, as if the ghosts crowding a dimly lit hallway parted for you. I see a light as the doors opened and the corridors filled with only the vision of you. Such imagery is what I will choose to remember as it best describes the experience of seeing you – that was more than ten years ago – as I was about to fetch my sister from her hospital duty.
I am sure, your friend, my big sister will miss you a lot. Say “Hi” to my mom when you see her.
I mentioned earlier somewhere that I was “in deep thought.” To that, a friend replied, “Did you find anything in your digging?” I replied, “Only the cobwebs of a dusty old brain.”