What's in a Coma?

Black and White

I am spending the day at the beach today, the warmth of the sun feels nice against my pale white skin, the smell of salt coming from the water, the sound the waves make as they crash onto one another, this is definitely my happy place. Jake sits next to me, he is silent today, lately I've been feeling alone, he is there all the time but he doesn't say much anymore, it's like we've ran out of things to talk about; I like to feel his presence though it reminds me that everything is going to be okay. I have become more and more obsessed with trying to remember things from my past and I don't pay much attention to things around me anymore, things that seemed to have bright colors before are now black and white, lifeless, they no longer hold a meaning. The whispers in my head are the only thing in my life I don't control and the only thing that feels the most familiar lately, they feel so real. Sometimes when I sleep I feel as though the woman with the voice lays next to me, she cries a lot lately.  Lately I wonder a lot if I belong here, this world, my world, a world that sometimes seems too good to be true.