Left clueless in the desert of my mind. Brief breaths are what holds the barely stable body running. Lost in confusion, looking for the world, whilst running away from those who claim it. Looking for what I imagined being there.
I shiver to the thought of not finding what I seek. I am drained in my own rage. I am consumed by my hope. Yet I strive for everything I once was, and what I am at the time.
I reach further dissappointment, staring into myself.
And so I saw the world fall before my eyes. Shattered into millions of pieces, I search for every single bit of what I used to be. With no image to rely on, I start puzzling the pieces together.
Patching up a reflection of myself.