No longer do I recognize myself. I look at pictures from the past and I don’t see me. I see familiar things, but I don’t see me. Things that are in my past, are passed by as if not existing. Who am I?
Sense of normalcy is gone. That’s the new normal. I still get dressed and play the part, but I don’t see why it’s important? I’ve never cared really about it. So if I’m playing a part, who am I?
I sleep. I wake up. I eat. I shit. All these things I do to identify as something, but who am I?
Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow hasn’t happened. I was: I will, but who am I?
Lost in a sea of memories that are as distant as planets. Playing scenes from a movie nobody ever heard of. Separation. Removal. That was something, but who am I?
I go to the bathroom and wash my hands. I look in the mirror. Who are you?
Snowy Owls House 