a sense of self

"a sense of self" There, just beyond the dismal glow of the computer screen one can lose a sense of identity when lingering inside misery for too long. Wandering its endless corridors, Exploring deeper than the time before. Eventually blurring the lines and feeling like this was home the entire time. One becomes misery and accepts it as a part of their identity not realizing it is but a parasite and we its host. Lingering on the fringes of light we tend to look out into the abyss letting the darkness transform for us and become the tortuous images we see about ourselves. The frail false walls of identity crumble in time as the cracks let in the drippy existence of what could have been. There, just beyond the dismal glow of the computer screen we should dare not look, because there is where the ocular point of misery stares back

-Armando Torres