Time to be honest? Not with me...

OK - so here we go...time to be honest?  No, not yet, at least not with myself - you all, maybe - probably, yeah, Why not?!  But not to me - no way!

Coming out of the haze at about 10 years old or so, after what can now arguably be called the "best years of my life" - a haze gone away without my permission...

Oblivion - no memory, no pain, no sound, no light - just let the robot run...

Mr. Roboto doesn't have to cry...

"Do you think you want to speak to someone..like a doctor or somebody?"

Mr. Roboto doesn't have to talk to anyone...

"Are you really OK?"

Mr. Roboto is jussstttt fine....

"Do you need to cry?"

I thought I told you, Mr. Roboto doesn't have to cry..or maybe I just thought it...but anyway, Mr. Roboto doesn't know how to cry, which is just fine...

"We are really worried about you."

Why?  Mr. Roboto is just fine, I told you....

"Will you tell us how we can help?"

You can't...Mr. Roboto doesn't want...doesn't need help...

"If you don't speak to us soon we are going to have to take you to somebody!"

There is no one Mr. Roboto needs to see....

Darkness to light. gray at first slowly growing into blinding, painful consciousness, and the light hurt and the air hurts and the sounds hurt and the memories hurt and the pain hurts and the....everything is pain....Mr. Roboto had gone away.....dismantled in a frightening flash of non-time...

And no one saw but me...

Now the question was(is):  Who stands before you?  And who is that in the mirror?  And what is this terrible tightness in your chest and the burning in your eyes and the breathing that comes in hacking sobs?

And why do I want to fade to black in the wink of an eye.......?

Nice outside, though, huh?