sometimes I have memories I cannot reach.
colors, flashes, sensations.
thing sound achingly familiar.. but I don’t remember them.
There’s someone I miss. Someone I search for in unfamiliar faces.
Who are you?
Whoever you are.. I hope you know you were missed. Are missed. Were and are loved.
That I’m here. Waiting for you.
I wonder.. do you know me? Who I was, who I could be, who I am?
Be a dear and tell me stories of myself, would you?













