I greatly enjoyed this exploration greatly. Anyone who has ever really taken a look at themselves, so thoroughly as your character, surely has cry for themselves too. Beginning with the look into the mind, the constant clutter and semi-organized chaos of life fill all of your crevices preventing the emergence of your emotions. The barring of self behind wave upon wave of your bottled feelings, leaving you in a lonesome state, back with a constantly changing silouette, whose shadow revolves around, enlightening different portions of the yourself, whether or not you like it. Before these revolutions, all our thought and attempted rationalizations rush by in all directions, until your left in the embrace of a final hope, looking down at what you don't really want to face. Your demons, fears, take what you will appear to send you to face yourself, down into your own abyss. Falling than through each part, head first, facing them as they come, until your trapped, continually falling within that truth about your person, only making you give in to these fears and sorrows. You are left alone once more, in front of a now shattered facade of reality, its materialization that of the mirrior, now crying only for the illusions you have just destroyed, leaving only yourself, unable to change. Crying in pity for yourself.
That's what I got anyway.
Beautifully sad and moving. Truthfully.