I have died a thousand deaths. So many deaths that I no longer know who I am or who I was...I am not sure if I ever knew who I was and did I need to know?
I look at the little girl that i cannot remember and it makes no sense that she was...who was she and what did she need? where is she now? is she still waiting? Her smile is sweet and innocent. I can't remember her, but someone must have known her.
I look right through myself to see the other side of the mystery and pause with wonder about what this trick is I play on myself...thinking there ever was a someone to know, someone who existed, someone who exists.
If I cross over, do you promise you will be there waiting for me?
