He feared in time he would become nothing but a shadow of himself, but the empty mirror said that it was too late already, thus he found himself fading because the spirit is unwilling and the flesh is thin.
But he had blundered back from oblivion many times before...
It finally dawned on me, unbidden, unsought sudden revelation as if the first flowers before Spring.
It is not water, per se, that makes me a Pisces; I am no swimmer and such plain interpretation is not stitched into my soul, it is sleep and dreams.
For I am most in my element when half-asleep and daydreaming where words of wonder cascade into my mind and play out scripts many will never see, save for the scribblings I preserve with pen; a good habit must start sometime.
If technology ever does rise, leading to machine overlords and state enforced unnatural efficiency I'll probably end up unintentionally crashing their mainframe. Technology and I are not firm friends though I do try to make my machines last, insert double entendre here.
And some days I wish for the magic of the elements.