Nothing makes sense anymore. A kaleidoscope of colors and shapes, simultaneously clear and blurry flood over the person I see. Pricks of a thousand needles run through my fingertips, each sensation dying my blood into different hues.

Nothing makes sense anymore. When I look into the mirror, I don’t see a person. I don’t see a man or a woman- I don’t even see a room. I can’t make anything out in that clear portal to another realm.

Nothing makes sense anymore. I can’t tell up from down. My nerves unravel and my mind is filled with sand.

Nothing makes sense anymore.