My fingers are scanning my head. Through the hair, around the eyes, feeling the skin, pressing and rubbing every line, every pumping vain. Listening to the imperfections and wrinkles, pushing flesh against flesh, wondering who lives inside it. What pain, what thought has gotten over me and who is that person living in there, shredding everything to pieces? I am not he, I barely know him – he’s against me. Powerless, I’m wandering around streets and rooms, pushing buttons, pressing keys, listening to the dialog inside, between him and me. Who wins – who cares? It’s only me – it’s always been me, I just never knew me. The center cannot hold – we are falling apart.
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