There she sits. A figure is staring back at her. The mirror seems fake, she can't see herself. The sounds and the pictures around her disappear. A tear runs down ger cheek, until it hits the floor. The tear is just like her. It just rolls and rolls, just to hit the ground hard. Like rain that falls down fast, just to hit the ground. Just to exist for a little second, nothing more. Existing just to hit the ground, over and over again. She doesn't know who she is looking at, she has been wiped away. Disappeared. A copy, just staring back at her. Has taken over her body.
She has hit the ground, just like the tear. This is rock bottom. She can't swim, not anymore. She used to be good at it, but it just got heavier and heavier. As heavy as rolling a big rock up a hill, like pushing a car. She doesn't recognize herself. The mirror she is looking at, who is she even looking at. She knows that she doesn't see herself and that she has disappeared. She is not there anymore, only a figure of her. The figure looks like her, but it is a copy. It's not her, this one is fake. She is gone, she has lost her way. At the bottom of the ocean, somewhere. Maybe she is swimming there. She doesn't know. Maybe she has run out of air, she is not good at holding her breath. She knows that.
Her thoughts are like a ball of yarn. There are knots, many. She can't loosen them, something is missing all the time. She can't figure out what's missing. There's no piece that fits, nothing that can fix her knots. She can never open them all. The yarn is just a big knot, none of them are alone, they're all stuck with each other. She needs to find a piece that fits, but it doesn't exist. She doesn't know what to do, this isn't something you can fix. She knows that, but she's still looking. How can she live like this, without the missing piece. She doesn't have the answer for that. She badly wants to find the answer, but time is running out. The clock is ticking, there's not much time left. While she's looking for the answer, the knots get tighter. They take up to much space, she can feel the pressure from them. She disappears, slowly but surely. Her soul gets pulled out, the knots are wiping out her existence. Soon she won't exist, if the time runs out. Without time she has nothing, only the figure in the mirror.
