Fear of losing my mind creeping like the nightly sleet that never sticks but won't stay away
Easier to dissociate and forgot than to feel the potential
I'm not sure yet how I'd feel
Half of me feels content, another half - somewhat shaded - recoils at the thought
Child to middle aged man to child, no maturation to be had
"I did it to myself"
I imagine saying
Peace in the responsibility I bear for my own actions
Don't be like me,
But don't be unlike me
Find a middle path
Moderate