Seeing Black

One day, I wake up, and my life is changed forever.

I grumble, and open my eyes, yet see nothing.

I reach frantically to see if I have a blanket over my face.

Or maybe it’s a bad dream.

No.

I begin to freak out, hoping this is something that’ll pass.

Yet it doesn’t.

My car sits useless, for even under the conditions I’ve driven effortlessly before, I can’t.

I can no longer ride bikes, motorcycles, drive a car, or skateboard.

For a second, I begin to relax.

No.

Everything I have ever known has come crashing down around me.

I can’t cook, all the bags feel the same.

Now I have to learn braille, and yet I thank God I still have my hearing.

I still feel, I still smell, I still walk.

So much to live for, and with.

Yet my largest part of my life has been stripped away.

I come to terms with the fact that I will no longer see my friends, family, pets.

I come to terms with the fact that there are no more mountain views.

I come to terms with the fact that there has been an end to my late night cruise.

I come to terms with the fact that I can never watch a movie, or anything again.

I come to terms with the fact that, that, I can’t do this anymore.

No.

At least I can no longer pass judgment, as no sight disallows me to do such.

I am free.

Am I free?

No. 

Time to me is a construct, as the days are to me as the nights.

At the very least, I can finally sleep well, for if I open my eyes I shall see nothing new.

Yet maybe that’s what still prevents me from sleeping.

For in my dreams I see, and when I wake up I see nothing.

“Life’s a dream” has become a reality to me.

I find solace in my sleep.

No.

I come to terms with the fact that my life has changed forever.

And I’m damn sure that I’m going to make the change for the better.

I pack away my sorrows, and begin anew.

- Schrodinger's Katze