The Word Cloud

Imagine with me, that you were in a simple state of existance. Where you were concious of everything around you. Your world, or what is left of it. Yet, your body does not respond. You see your life through external eyes, unable to awaken. What would you see? What could you feel? Friends, come and gone in an instant, quickly forgetting who you once were, or those who hold on to a small scrap of hope that someday you will wake. Emotions of the loved ones around you, and the sadness when they must leave, when you long for them to speak to you. To whisper in your ear that they care. Lonliness as they slowly dwindle in hope, their visits becoming less frequent. Anger as you hear the doctors, speaking in quiet whispers of the anomoly, and the chance of survival. Longing to be held by a loved one once more. The pure joy when you can see their face again, and hear their voice as they talk to you about the days, weeks, years you have been asleep. The hope that they still cling to, despite all that works against them. Despair as you remember you cannot talk back to them, or reach up to comfort them, to say "I'm here, don't give up yet!" Frustration when you try to regain control, but your own will denies you of that pleasure. Who would be left, when time takes its toll on the relationships you worked so hard to form? Which would take the time to keep that hope strong? So very few. By their actions they show their love. By their words they show their hope. These are the friends that are forever, who hope despite all other word. Who love though you cannot love back. Clinging on that hope that one day, you will come back to them, someway, somehow. Friendship is that small glimmer in the dark of a forbidding world, that prevents the self destruction of despair. But now, it is time to come back, for the mind to return to the body. You open your own eyes for the first time in a long time, who do you think you would see?

Of the dream,
The musing of Mythwriter