… by all the sameness,
by all the stuff that once defined you,
awash in white and black and grey.
so…soon the pillar of self, the stone
that stood so strong, once upon a time —
it cracks and it crumbles
from the outside in.
and just like that
you wake up one day,
you’re walking and you’re talking
to no one in particular,
and your soul it starts to shake
because you realize suddenly
you’ve forgotten how to be