Live to the Max

It was like a sudden blindness.

Without warning…total darkness.

This darkness is so dark that it feels weighted.

Somehow it’s a heavy darkness.

Disoriented, I stumble around, crashing into things nearby.

Where am I? What’s happening?

It becomes clear, I am in a room I have never been in before.

There are no points of reference that are comforting or familiar.

I grope in the darkness, grasping for anything solid and steady to help me get my bearings.

But nothing firm or steady presents itself.

Instead it seems everything I touch has sharp and jagged edges that add to my pain.

With every step, a new obstacle is discovered in my path.

This place, this horribly dark place is too painful to walk in.

Now bleeding, bruised and battered, I decide to sit for awhile.

I just sit. It’s the only thing that feels safe at this point.

Time goes by, dragging on so slowly that it adds a new layer of pain to this psychological torture.

Now, I’ve sat motionless for so long, my muscles have atrophied, and I’ve lost the strength to walk altogether.

I run my fingers across my formerly tender flesh to find new protective calluses have begun to form at the site of my wounds.

Without the ability to visually confirm my surroundings, my imagination is in overdrive, trying to create what I believe to be my new reality.

I’m searching for something, anything, that makes sense. But nothing makes sense here.

Perhaps I’ve gone mad.

I must adapt to this darkness, or I will soon become consumed by it.