Sunday March 1st 2015 12:54 am

I am regressing. Every action or choice I must make, I wish to avoid. I feel the fear mounting. I am stopped. Dead in my tracks. Caught in the light. Fear taking control. I feel the importance take hold and like Death's cold mistress, I feel the icy clouds graze my neck. She is here. I am running out of time. I though I had more. A conventional death I would welcome. Finality brings comfort. She is here to judge. Her gaze is unsettling. Go away! The mirth in her smile is upsetting. I hate you! She knows I am right. After all she is me. If I claw my eyes, she cannot see me. If I numb the pain, she cannot feel me. If I stop talking, she cannot know me. A stranger I must become even to myself. When she looks upon the mirror, soon she will be the one with questions and I, with answers. Only then will she find herself alone. A fate we must both suffer.