Do we die from the inside out? The death of my mind slowly decays my body. Soon enough, mind-body-spirit will become entwined lithe wisps floating on in what light. I can't describe this feeling. Impending doom seems a bit melodramatic, but in the end that's what I suppose this is. We all inevitably die. My spirit is deteriorating first; my body trails. This isn't depression or lunacy, this is...