one day my invisible cloak became transparent

It was that morning when the mirror didn't recognize me. Or the day when silence started screaming. The day the colours on the inside went gray and the numb on the outside turned into pins. Or maybe the evening before the enough wasn't and my limits had patience.
Or any other disremembered day.

I couldn't have gotten there without a fight. Fight to win freedom as an illusion that makes solitude bearable. By now I just keep my shadow alive and with words as quiet as stains I can hear the fog while I walk backwards in circles.

I remember only to go blind, I look only to be numb, I feel only to be mute, I scream only to ignore, I notice only to fail, I try only to crash, I fly only to choke, I breathe only to forget.
I thrive only on chaos. And all the lights that light the way are blinding.