Great Below

Great Below

I don’t feel myself!
I’m on a beach.
Ocean licks it gently.
Gentle waves roll onto stones.
Except of these, nothing is around.
Everything is gone in the grayness of fog.
I suspect that there is nothing hidden underneath the fog.
The beach is deserted.
Sun is hidden behind heavy gray clouds.
Silence.
Only monotonous sound of rolling waves.
I take a walk.
So many stones.
No sound.
No people.
No birds.
I walk.
Everything is gray.
Only stones have some sort of color.
I stop.
Interesting.
I pick up a stone.
It is faded red in color.
On a flip side it has signs of burned out fire.
It is black there.
Its form reminds me of something from my life.
Especially a tiny hole reminds me of some kind of feeling that I had.
It’s hard to remember.
It was so long ago.
My life was so long ago.
I’ve caught a tail of running away thought.
I pulled it back up.
I read it.
My brain shuts down.
Blackness…
Light again…
Gray light.
I don’t feel myself!
I’m in the middle of the ocean.
Waves lick my body gently.
Except of this, nothing is around.
Everything is gone, only ocean as far as I can see.
I suspect that there is nothing behind the horizon.
The ocean is deserted.
Sun is hidden behind heavy gray clouds.
Silence.
Only gentle sound of water around.
I know that I will soon drown, but I am totally calm.
Everything I see is the silver surface of the ocean.
I don’t know how I’ve got here.
I remember light on the road.
Squeaking of brakes.
Heavy impact.
I know that I’m going to die.
I am calm.
I remember…
No, I don’t remember fragments of my life.
I don’t remember my childhood.
I remember faces.
Faces of all whom I know.
Faces of friends.
Faces, which mean a whole world to me.
Faces that I always liked to see smiling.
Faces that I always tried to make happy.
Faces that I made sad.
I’m sorry…
Car accident. Driver heavy injured. 5-week coma. Heart ceased beating. Death…