You wake up and go into the bathroom and look into the mirror. There is one problem-the face that is reflected does not belong to you, it doesn't belong to anyone.You look one more time to make sure your eyes don't decieve you. It's the truth! There is still no reflection. It wasn't there any more. It was just an empty mirror full of pictures from the other walls. I have no reflection. No emphasis that i am life. I am the emptiness in a half-empty glass. Not having life or matter. Gravity is no limit to my explosion of life. I have no limit to my extinction here. I am fully living on my existance as a ghost in a graveyard. Am I in a graveyard? Am I still alive? No reflection at all. Just empty matter floating around as a plasmatic figure. I am a lifeless breeze in the air. I am a chill down your spine. I am the emptiness that persues life after death. Even if it isn't over yet.