Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down

The room shifts before my eyes, so suddenly, so subtly I barely notice, but I do.  I open the door and white assaults my eyes, blinding me until I see the colors and shapes I know so well.  Flashes of colors whirl past my head, threads of reality unraveling.  My world is falling apart.  More colors whiz past making me turn, movement where I least expect.  None are there, all just my imagination.  Are they there too? My friends, my family, my enemies?  Are they figments of my imagination, a way for my mind to keep itself busy?  My world is slowly falling apart, like that puzzle from last summer.  It seems so long ago, but I can still remember my cousin placing the puzzle in the fire, and how the flames ate away at the puzzle little by little until it curled and shriveled and crumbled to ash. 
My world is burning, dying, at the edges, spreading until it invades the center and drives me completely mad.  I wonder if I’m going to go insane.  I stumble to the bathroom, and look in the mirror.  The same face I’ve seen forever.  Changed by time, but still the same…  Or is it?  Am I still the same?  Have I ever been?  I’ve lived a million lives, dying at the end of each day, resurrecting in the morning.  A new lesson in each, or a hard review of the past.  Madness is sinking into my brain, killing me slowly.  Someday I won’t wake up.  Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.  We all fall down some time.