Awake: The First Line Of My Book

I once woke from a car accident that nearly took my life and realized I didn’t have a past, I was as much a stranger to myself as was everyone around me, but the thing that still haunts me today, is there was no assuaging warmth to envelope me as the memories came rushing in like an ocean of sadness crashing on the shore of disenchantment.

After spending the last year writing about, well, Me, I have finally come up with this line to lead my book. You see I’ve been contemplating mortality, (an unavoidable subject as I invoke the events of my shaping) the effects it has on the survivor, who lives in the gap of those missing pieces, unprotected by the downpour of life’s storms. It makes sense to start with this event in particular which woke me to the fact that I was alive. I suppose it’s a cliche but I had to almost die and lose who I was, to remind I was still a part of the living.