by Betty   Visualizing all the possibilities and admirations brings my flow of natural currency to a rippling pattern. Keeping myself occupied has become a challenge in life. Imagination has devolved into meaningless opportunities of destruction. Perhaps something has died and became dried skin to me, a sickening birth I cannot keep in my stomach anymore. This invisible person inside my head has gotten lost and blind, afraid of the obstacles it has built. This invisible person inside my mouth is a slave and aching mess, falling over every word it has been taught, squeezing out every ounce of knowledge, but being replaced by a scream. However, this person I see in front of the mirror will laugh at me, and I laugh having again found myself looking out of somebody else's eyes.