Addicted-To-Potter

Sometimes I find myself running, not just running for fun. But for a "need." I ran down the halls yesterday, today, and will tomorrow and most likely will forever. I could always stare into a reflection but would only see blurs, it does not fill the starvation I feel each day and night.... but that mirror just down the hall always does. Its my drug, my only reason for survival. Cant you  see, this spell has taken over me. I wish and wish for my heart to stop, to relax and breath.  Repeatedly that mirror erases the REAL me. I gaze into the mirror with pure longing, perhaps a dream? I stare through and fall in love with th