Through the Looking Glass

I walked in the stillness of my mind,
running my fingers benevolently across the memories
that were half hazardously filed away,
categorized in sections of madness
and labeled with chaos and blank sheets of yesterdays.

As my feet treaded hastily,
I was no longer sure if it was the wind that raced beside me
or my own demons,
staring at me with eyes brighter than kerosene.

With the blink of an eye I no longer knew
which way I had come from,
I only knew of my destination;
though I could not see it clearly,
it was clear that I felt it in my soul.