Eleven blows to the back of the head is the last thing I can remember, prior to my consciousness leaving me. I’ve been in a coma ever since, and I will wake up one day. If I am extremely lucky.

Being in a coma is a lonely thing. You have a notion that there are people present, but you can’t see or hear them. Most of these people are doctors or nurses anyway, who would kill to get a headline in the newspaper the next day, saying they managed to bring a person back from the brink of death. Glory hunters in other words. They don’t really care about me, they just want to be a success themselves. They can’t do a thing to make me wake up, but man loves to be optimistic when it comes to these things.

So I lie here in my coma, just passing time. It’s like Axl Rose once said, I wish you could see this, ‘cause there’s nothing to see. It’s weird just to have the image of an endless abyss on my mind all the time. It has a dark blue colour, and it gets darker the deeper I look into it. I’m not dying yet, because I’m not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel just yet. If there even is such a thing. It’s only been written by people while they have been alive, so can they really have died? It feels more like I’m in a gigantic pool than a dark, narrow tunnel. And this pool is deep and wide, and actually quite comfortable.

It feels like I’m sleeping, but I am unable to dream. I used to dream before I feel into this coma, quite vividly too. I miss dreaming. Dreams can take you away from your daily chores, and transport you into a magical world where everything is possible. In my current state, I even miss the boredoms of everyday life. Right now I would have killed to be able to take out the trash. That probably says a great deal about my current state. No sight, no mind, no life.

i really love this part

I wonder what I was going through 14 months ago

You were in a coma or something?

Cool stuff tho, liked certain parts more than others, ya

were you in a coma, GS?

i know about "emotional coma", been there for 20 years. you actually see and hear everything, only those things either don't touch you at all, or occasionally manage to pass through a breach in the armoured tower you have been so laboriously building, and it causes such a deep effect on you, and it hurts so much, that you just draw back even deeper in that state of numbness. took me years of unorthodox therapy and a Pearl Jam epiphany to get to the point of awakening. The good thing is, i'm awake, but i can still dream, constructive dreams, dreams that gather matter from the very source from where it's taken to build universes. so, now, i don't patch cracks on the wall (it has crumbled over me eventually). i build bridges. and i build myself every day.

More emotional coma I guess.

You need a drink, my friend.

this sounds really familiar... and I like it a lot.