3.

Head in hands and feeling fingers slips through strands of hair. Pulling and tugging on an empty mind. A spinning head fresh and filled with wild ideas, daring dreams and a life so seemingly unattainable that the stars even sparkle brighter.

Looking up without glasses to a world not quite in full focus. Unable to make the picture clear. Almost as the eyes gave up on seeing what the world had to offer. Far too tired to engage, too weak to strain themselves. The world sounds muffled this time and as if time had slowed down. Not quite a complete stop but a pace that gives a chance to breathe. Yet, the air is thinner than it once was, lungs can’t quite seem to fill to capacity. The organs taking a break, and the mind losing desire to move forward. If the mind shuts down, what then will happen to the rest? Shall this be analyzed and broken down? The breakdown of a breakdown.

All of this starts happening and the fear sets in, not quite sure what any of this means. The questions and worry seem to almost bombard with uncertainty. What next, is there a treatment plan or will this pass. To find only that this does not pass, there is a continuation that will cease to follow set rules or regulation. Breaking down never had a leader, nor a set path to take. Never once was anyone made aware or given a heads up. The breakdown happens in the dead of a calm, hitting you right between the eyes with head in hands.

Slipping further and further away from anything to grasp, just the depths of a pit where the bottom does not exist.