Things that once seemed not even worth a second glance, or barely, if not even a first, flash through my mind with reminiscent colors. It seems as if I'm tangled in ropes. I am. I would plan to escape, but it's useless. The ropes only tangle me tighter and with more and more mess; I'll never get used to the remedies. I know I will replay each thing each day as if I am a broken record. My hands brush over my hair that once was a prized possession to me but now only coils like a snake and twists at each strand. To miss just that, I know it's senseless. I see meaning, no color, shape, or size. I squeeze my eyes tight. to even close them or open them. I admit I'm scared to just peak, afraid of what I'll see. Even though I know. Nothing. I am now cornered in space, into a black hole.

Image by: Philippe Ramette