I did the only thing I could do. I started walking on the beach. It had to lead somewhere, right? I must have walked for months. I would sleep on the beach, I figured I would bury myself in the warm sand a little bit, to escape the cold, but it never came for me. Somehow, it was always warm. It felt like the wind hugged me with the warmest sweater it could find. It had been such a long journey. Time was starting to feel endless. I was starting to believe I should just give in. What would be waiting for me? Every day that passed, I felt less. I couldn’t remember why I was there anymore. What I was supposed to do. What was I even looking for? Every memory I could think of was blurry, out of focus. I only knew that I knew nothing really. Some days I’d regain some of my memories, and wanted to go back. I could never figure it out though, how to go back. And then I would wake up, and again, everything would be… gone.
My search, pt. 7
Back to myself 