I am the epitome of paranoia.  

I am the VOICE OF THE VOICELESS.   

I am always losing and forgetting the most inessential and tiniest of details. 

I continually misplace objects and, worse, I clearly REMEMBER doing so.  I simply cannot, for a bit of time, recollect when or where exactly. 

I never know if I am coming or if I am going.  I generally follow the crowd, suddenly realize that I am doing so and gravely regret it (decidedly going against the grain).  Therefore, I am never really here or there.  I am never really good or bad.  I am never really dead or alive. 

My mind races with her image:  Photogenic vampire rocking endlessly across the pavilion, lurking somewhere between online and off (reassuringly unaware of her childlike innocence).  

If I were to say that the pavilion was made of midnight and stardust, would you believe me?

It was, in the end, not the mask of death that I feared.  It was, instead, the charade parade of loneliness that cascades in oblong, gray shadows along Death's thin edge. 

I find myself reaching out daily to the masses, a world that seemingly only exists within my mind.  I can no longer differentiate between those of us that are human and those of us that are now part of the much larger picture:  The machine that includes everyone, loves everyone, loses everyone, recognizes everyone, hates everyone, fears everyone, understands everyone, and understands nothing.

Once bitten, I discovered that my journey greatly depended on the journeys of those whom surrounded me.  If I, therefore, did not comply with mass decision (regardless of the idiocy clouding such) then I would be banished forever to life underground.