Memories of me are escaping, shattered into shards of mirrored glass and exploding out in a red mist of reflections and sharp edges and pulpy matter.

I am helpless to catch them all as my eyes search in a flurried desperation to recall my key moments in existence before they are all gone for good.

The things I used to love and the essence of myself leak out through opened veins where once they circulated, travelling round through a roadmap of my thoughts and always accommodatingly available to be pulled up into consciousness at any time of my choosing, but now no longer.

They all leave me, the faces of my past, the earliest of which I have long since forgotten along with those most recent whose… Read More