The only way to describe it is through negation, a negation unto itself. Words lose their meaning and after some time the words themselves are lost, and I become like a child again.
I awake in a hospital bed with full recall of the events transpired. I am surrounded by loved ones for whom I no longer feel any relation. My hair and skin are like the sand from which I am materialized. I am told my name is Trenton, but I know I have no one name. I am told I am 13-years-old, but I know myself to be much older though I cannot provide an estimation. I am told I died for 15 minutes, but I know myself less alive now that I am once again living.