In my mind’s eye
I saw myself walking down a grey road
Not really there
No landscape
No background
A solitary figure
Not a stick figure, but something close to that
A sort of ephemeral appearance
Not quite there
A shape, a shadow
Walking through this empty space
As he went he dropped pieces of himself
Or they shed off of him
Like flakes
Floating behind
Then a strange feeling came over me
Like I was floating
Everything seemed to shimmer
Myself and the world
And it was all the same