i am points
suspended mid air
i am but a mere collection
of vaguely constructed memories
there used to be a line connecting
this lump of human behavior
straining a pattern
from the lukewarm blob
of mediocre human experiences
but now all i am
is mix of too many patterns
and too many anomalies
a cluster of everything
reducing to nothing of significance
i am losing pieces of myself
faster than kilograms
in a depressive episode
the mirrors don’t know what to reflect