Fragments of Myself, Yesterday

Down go my memories, like a broken wine glass. Two lights were the last thing I saw before the coma. The solitary and desolate feeling of having to lie down in a bed without any awareness of what goes on. Two lights were going to be the last thing I saw, but two lights weren’t going to be the end of me. The darkness engulfed my head after the impact. I felt the strong, sharp pain of it, the feeling where you had to move, but you just couldn’t. There was a constant ringing in my ears, then, after the closing of my eyes, silence. 

Simple things could make the wine glass break; just the simple slip of a hand could make the fragile piece of glass break into many pieces. Just like the simple mistake of walking on the crossroad when you’re not supposed to. It goes well with the simple slip of the hand that causes a wine glass to break. The contents of the glass, the wine being like the fragile secrets of your human body. The blood that comes out after such an impact like that. 

The glass shards were scattered on the floor after the fall of the wine glass. Each piece being the memories of your own self. Just like what many people do when they see shattered glass, they sweep it away and discard it. Just like the memories, they slowly fade away and get discarded by your own head. Each shard represents a piece of your own consciousness, the childhood nostalgia, the friends along the way, and the next being memories of what was hopefully never going to be discarded. Nothing can stay truly perfect; everything will break into fragments of its former self at some point.

The glass breaks. Glass shards, they are almost impossible to bring back together into one piece without the flaws. It’s also what would happen with the pieces of my shattered brain. Every memory is hard to recover. People could memorise some pieces and bring them back together, but some will still remain lost to time. The cracks will still remain even if you try to glue all the pieces back together.

The glass may still hold the wine inside, but the cracks will still remain as a reminder of the cost of a simple mistake. The same goes for me; there are scars and reminders of what happened. The reminders that something is missing, but that something is already lost and there is no way to even recover it.

Although a wine glass is broken, it’s not entirely useless. Although broken, it somehow pieced back together. Fragments can perceive light in ways that a whole glass couldn’t. Maybe I could be the same; maybe this crash could make me perceive the world in a way that I couldn’t have before. The two lights may have been the last thing I saw before it went dark, but they won’t be the last light I see.

Joshua is currently 13 years old and is in Year 7. He lives in Australia. His favourite subject at school is Mathematics. He loves playing games and playing soccer. He wants to be a lawyer in the future.