Catarmaran From His Childhood

The Revelation

It had taken quite a while to set in fully. The nature of his awareness had been incomplete for some time, but had continued to build, little by little. He understood what had happened and what was happening at that moment. He realized that he was comatose, and felt that he could find his way back and out the door to his earlier life, but he wasn't quite ready to return. He was learning so much. Seeing connections between seemingly unrelated people and events. Things which had puzzled and troubled him were finally beginning to make sense. He felt his real body smile, and was aware of the others watching and the hope which that one small gesture gave to them. For the first time, in a long long, time, he felt thankful, and happy to be alive.

It Had Been A Beautiful Day

 There was nothing out of the ordinary on that last walk together. Perhaps the Sun was a little brighter than usual, and made everything, including the truth about us a bit too clear to overlook any longer. It was a little sad, but not so terrible because we both already knew. We had tried our best for quite a while, but then just began to pretend. That had become our life. But that time was now over, and there wasn't much left to say- just some wishes that this or that had been done differently, but as for the outcome, that we didn't dwell upon or try to change. For the most part we hadn't really struggled. We'd just grown more and more empty. In some ways we were both victims of modern life. Always racing off because of some absolutely critical deadline, never feeling that there was enough time for what we really wanted. And when there was finally a moment or two together, feeling somehow at a loss, not quite knowing what to do after doing the only thing that still came naturally.