He pulls me away of myself, into the darkest corridors, stumbling down hallways. The walls disappear as they never were, and I discover myself lost in a maze of memories. Turning to left, I become a child; to the right, a man. I try to follow them, but as they are the memories of my mind, they are disjointed, they disappear and blend into the shapes of others until I must question they existed at all. I search again for who brought me here, only to find no one, not even myself. I am nothing but a shadow that disappears into the darkness around me, failing to continue as a real being. I am but part, not whole. I will one day cease to be. Already, I am less. I miss myself.
Avatar photo in memory of my younger brother Makar.
"Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."~~~Martin Luther King Jr., 1963