I have been aimless for so long.

All I enjoyed, everything I was familiar with now seems foreign. 

I don’t feel like a person anymore. 

All that I do now is based on what I used to do, There is no longer any authentic or meaningful behavior. 

An automated knock off based around a person who died, I know not when.

The rot burns the nose, whatever, whoever I am is stuck somewhere behind the right eye. Unfocused, blurry, poor light makes for a poor view.

What’s expressed has no true origin, merely a product of logic and memory.

All sight is rendered as an afterimage, afterthought, nothing is in real time.

Flashes of what once was, a little boy looking down, entertained by counting steps. Jump forward. Glazed over eyes look through the film and see reflection. Only known as reflection, only because it moved as I did.

The past fears surge, confusion arrives shortly after as I wander in unsure as to where the fear started.

Reactions startle the one inside just as much as the outsiders. 

Touch the mirror in hope of reaching reflection.