The Coma

I've been sleeping, I guess.
It must have been a long time too because when I look back on the past two or three months, it's all black & white. The quality of the picture is as bad as that of a two megapixel camera that's been blown up across the screen of a movie theater. It's in big, blocky, pixelated chunks.
I look at this guy...the only one who has been in my life for the past two years...and I don't know where to place him in those past two months. I can't remember when he started fading from the picture, but I know he did...somewhere down the line, his image started getting fuzzy.
In the end, however, it came down to two weeks. In a matter of two weeks, what was left of us disintegrated completely. One coffee date, one movie date. I still can't believe that's all it took to crumble two years of "love".
I spent some time being crushed about it; crying myself to sleep and waking up crying...neglecting to eat, forgetting my purpose, and falling behind on school work. I was still in that sleepy little coma. Dazed by the loss of the vibrancy that had been gone for a long time.
And then, there was this flash. There was this God-given energy to fight. So I used the energy, and I fought. I dressed my best, and this guy took me out.
Then, life was in tiedye. Technicolor. I woke up with a start to this bright and brilliant world full of laughter and sweet smiles and kisses from the sun. My blood ran warm through my veins and I felt enlightened. My heart was thumping like crazy, just because it could.
I'm full of energy. Laughter jolts me regularly. I'm smiling subconsciously. I'm rebellious.


If I would have known that this was what I was missing in my comatose state, I would have been awake a long time ago.