There I was, sitting in a fog with a constant buzzing in my ear for what seemed like an eternity. When a beam of light exploded through my window, showering me with clarity. My vision turned from a dirty white into an array of intense colors, until all was visible. The return of my vision brought me sustainable thoughts that developed into ideas, which can be articulated rationally with words.
Peering out of my cell, I feel sane for the first time in a long while. What I see horrifies me, there are mindless inmates wandering about, speaking what I consider to be jibberish. I think to myself, “was this once me?”. A slave to my lower desires and all things that obscure reality.
The door eerily slides open, so I walk down the tier of cells holding caged inmates who act like animals in some forgotten zoo. I venture down the staircase noticing the two prison guards posing as “Correctional Officers,” paying no mind to the monsters they have created. Caring only for what is on the screen in front of them, instead of the scene that unfolds in front of me.
These monsters stagger aimlessly, reeking of some foul odor, repeating the same mindless behavior over and over. I try to share some of my light with them, but they prefer the shadows where they can hide from the world. Later on, I reflect on all that I saw and thank God I am not a zombie.