Spirit and heart

It'll never be enough to say to me that everything's worth it: you can't do this shit alone. And that's when I realise that I need to reach for the phone, but something stops me, a sense of futility grabs my hand before it can grab the phone, a sense of paralysis stops me from reaching out, and I just turn my head and look, and I'm lost, and all of a sudden I have no idea how to behave or what to think.

When I look in front of me, I see a mirror, and in the mirror I see someone I don't know, and I don't know how people see that person but, somehow, he's equated with me. 

Time to decide on something to do.