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I am in a coma, and this seems like it's happening but it isn't. I am living in my head- a universe where I'm 18 years old but I'll wake up 36. I can see gravity, I can see the wind, I can see all the universes packed inside everyone's heads and it's tiring. it's a loud place here. in my head, I can't react to the environment around me the same way in reality, I'm not moving and I'm living off of the life that the machines give to me. I am disconnected and dead, but sadly not dead enough. I will open my eyes and everything will be different.

cold cement beneath my bare feet. I take this poison every morning. the doctor says it'll help and he recently increased my dosage. these pills govern me. at first I was excited, to be honest. finally, I would feel better. but fuck that- I'm numb to everything and it's all blurs and colours swirling. there are doors opening and closing but there is no sound. there is a sheet blowing in the wind- if you close your eyes, you can see it. there is static on the television screen and faded yellow pictures scattered all over the kitchen floor.

veins of rivers dividing and tearing in my body. monstrous, ugly, and victorious- they win every time, pushing my head underwater, glaring into my skull. this is electricity frying me, cutting me open and-

and it's like putting silver spoons on the fillings on your teeth or glass shattering on your kitchen floor

and it should make you shiver, but you can't feel a thing.

Description
I am in a coma, and this seems like it's happening but it isn't. I am living in my head- a universe where I'm 18 years old but I'll wake up 36. I can see gravity, I can see the wind, I can see all the universes packed inside everyone's heads and it's tiring. it's a loud place here. in my head, I can't react to the environment around me the same way in reality, I'm not moving and I'm living off of the life that the machines give to me. I am disconnected and dead, but sadly not dead enough. I will open my eyes and everything will be different.

cold cement beneath my bare feet. I take this poison every morning. the doctor says it'll help and he recently increased my dosage. these pills govern me. at first I was excited, to be honest. finally, I would feel better. but fuck that- I'm numb to everything and it's all blurs and colours swirling. there are doors opening and closing but there is no sound. there is a sheet blowing in the wind- if you close your eyes, you can see it. there is static on the television screen and faded yellow pictures scattered all over the kitchen floor.

veins of rivers dividing and tearing in my body. monstrous, ugly, and victorious- they win every time, pushing my head underwater, glaring into my skull. this is electricity frying me, cutting me open and-

and it's like putting silver spoons on the fillings on your teeth or glass shattering on your kitchen floor

and it should make you shiver, but you can't feel a thing.