In fact being lost is not to be asked for.
You are there for hours, days and years.
People see you, friends know where you are,
neighbours hear your voice, but they never ask for you.
Family step on you everyday and pass you by.
But they never... touch you.
That's how my soul flew away.
There left the shell getting heavier day by day...
Like a stone...
And like all stones.
I started to fall down..
When?
I don't remember...
But this morning I woke up earlier than usual
When I woke up,
I felt... as light as a feather..
Time slowed down.
Then it just stopped.
I managed to stop it.
And I remember everything...
How I lost everyone.
How I got lost in my house
I remember how I forgot people...
