Awaken
Consciousness returns, senses are heightened and images pure, as if a filter has been removed from my eyes. A glimpse of the catalyst or merely a dream, returns to my mind. The world is vivid and the cold air assaults my lungs, wading deeper and deeper into the transformation. Colors, smells, feelings, my very train of thought altered, re-routed, resulting in breathtaking new tiers of thought which outnumber anything I have ever experienced.
Yet, the echoing hands of the clock begin to sear and burn, swaying back and forth while I wait for, for that of which I do not know. That which was forgotten and replaced.
My life, my dreams, my perceptions.
Will never be the same again.
