I Went to the Artist Zone

It Was Scary

Everything was reaching a crescendo. My thoughts. My emotions. My hyperventilating. It was all reaching a climax and then boom. It reached its peak. The final loud note seemed to play then there was quiet. Nothing. My emotioned stopped. My thoughts stopped. My hyperventilating stopped. Within thirty seconds my breathing was normal again. That wasn't normal. I couldn't calm down so fast after hyperventilating so bad.

In the forefront of my mind there was a strange calmness, almost nothingness that took over. In the back of my mind however I was panicking. What's going on? This isn't normal. Why did I stop crying? This isn't me. This isn't me. In the front of my mind there was not thoughts per se but a feeling. That's right. This isn't you.

I looked into the mirror and grew more perturbed. That's not me. That isn't my face. I can't make an expression like that after the breakdown I just had. My face looked at me with derision. It looked down on me with amusement. My eyes weren't showing the panic I was feeling. Once again, in the forefront of my mind there was an answer of sorts to the thoughts in the background. Aren't you cute? You're such a silly silly girl. It was terrifying. It wasn't the entity I call me in control of my mind.

It's not me.