The Person I Used Be

In the live network of intricate design, layer on layer my mind was stratified. Within the strata of innate awareness aligned, many divergent motifs got unified. Many attributes of sole distinction gained access to the fold of secret psychic recess, transcended the undefined limits of joy and pain. That’s my insignia of individuality I projected from behind the screen of singularity, for I was me. A lone prisoner of my own making, a cocoon confined within introvert isolation, I saw all the familiar faces recede, left me stuck in the web of self-adulation. My mystique mind turned into Nemesis, made a mirror of mirage for me. I looked into it reaching the venerated oasis, it was only me that I always glimpsed. In the displaced discernment of self-adoration, I saw a Narcissus in me lurk lonesome, a secret morphing into soaring obsession lay buried, insulated in the dark, as I floated as a forlorn bird, rising from the debris of dreams. The sigh of the desolate heart I heard emanate from the depth of despair. The music of love within me didn’t die, drifting in its cadence I scaled the sky. The time-framed mirror I made of me, reflected the pernicious perception of anguish, an emotion engulfed by intuitive foreboding. The sane sense lost the escape route, disappeared in the miasma of loneliness. The marooned mind meandered in dense darkness, trying to find the instinctive deluded traveler, me, the person I used to be.