I think I might be losing my mind. It’s nothing sure for now, but it’s a pretty good guess.
When I was young I dreaded this impending danger…My mind is the only thing I hold precious….The thing that defines who I am and what I feel…..
If it’s broken….my emotions become useless….an incoherent mind annuls them, as it annuls the reason to be.
The good doc petted me on the shoulder and said that I’ll be alright…He smiled and before I left his office I caught a glance of his sorrowful eyes. He felt pity for me…
And he pissed me off….How dares he???
Before going back to my room, I took a detour…went to the park and sat on a bench…I was trying to put a stop to the rampage going inside my brain…but it was of no use…
Between wanting to yell and wanting to hysterically laugh……I started crying… an old woman stopped in front of me and asked what’s wrong….She called me “sweetie” and smiled to me. I said:
“I’m losing my mind and I can’t fight it…”
“Oh dear, she said – I’m sorry to hear this…I can image how you feel”
She didn’t…watched her straight in the eyes and those blue drops of sky knew nothing of my pain……I started running and soon I realized that I got lost…The place once so familiar to me, became unrecognizable…


Somehow, I got back to my place…the water tap was left opened… I didn’t care anymore…opened the door to my room and threw myself in bed……I ignored my neighbor’s yell and drifted into a deep slumber

[AD 2007]