The spectrum of you

I feel pieces starting to loosen, the parts of me haven't been formed from the universe I'm in now. Fragments of different eras of my life are weakening and breaking. My conscience seems like an image reflected on a thin brittle piece of glass. Upon inspection I see it's weak and covering a void. I thought I knew how to fill the void but I'm wrong. I'm lost and confused. I don't know which was is up. I've exhaled all the air in my lungs but didn't notice which way the bubbles floated to the surface... Everything I need to exist, succeed and conquer, is in my back pocket. All I have to do is BE, stop searching for the surface, it's already here. The universe of which I dream of can only be created by myself alone, no one else can understand it or see it. The look of a blank stare can be viewed as an empty mind yet the person staring might be in a world of terror.