A quick thought and flashes of different images for different magazines across the ages, and hair shortens, lighters, clothes change, rough jeans, heels and t-shirts made of cotton which feel like sandpaper against my skin. Her face is normal and boring, pale blue eyes, small nose, perfect unflawed pale skin. Her smile is too easy, too quick, takes too long to fade and never quite reaches her eyes. But she is me and I▓m her now, and nothing matters because it will all fade anyway, give in to the passing of time and in a few years another change, a new face and new body and I will run again, maybe come back here or go someplace new and old at the same time. But never to go home. I▓m not sure where that is anymore, who it is. So many places, people, names and numbers mesh in the mind and blend into one large confusing mass that keeps me awake and haunts my dreams. Endless and eternal, but ever changing. Newborns become elderly, wither and die and still I stay eternally young. Blessed and cursed at the same time. I▓ve prayed for death to take me a thousand times but on the same breath fought against death. I forgot long ago what I was fighting for, who I was fighting for, but sometimes when I dream I remember a flash of white and the taste of metal.