Some years ago I fell off a cliff. Somewhere between the mazes of memory and thought I have lost my mind in time. I have lost pieces of my soul in the moments of my life that provided the bricks that made up a skeptical foundation in my heart. Layered in an angry mortar the emotional bricks settled into the walls that make up the fortress that surrounds my heart. The cracks that riddle my skull are a specialized Victorian texture technique- I wonder if you can afford it? The clocks on my walls are tired and my curtains are tattered. Over time my fortress has withered. I watch it morph its shape in the mirror day by day. I watch the laugh lines settle around my frown. Day after day, The mirror inhales my youth. My bed absorbs my tired weight. And the dragon's head mounted on my door wards off the company.