Who am I?
The pounding of my heart as I waunder through the deserted streets of my home town … awakens the reality of the memory loss I endured, the sudden lapse of my history - for a reason - not known to me - emerging a stranger… in a desperate hunt for a personality that had once exisited.
The street lined with erected houses that margined me like two rows of soldiers - called to me- as I strolled down the centre of the empty road - the hollowness bounced the echo of the whisper repeatedly, but the whisper just wasn’t loud enough - the calling distancing to my ears, and my thoughts incarcerating me from my own freedom…
the blanket of coldness surrounding me is becoming worse…where am I? what’s happening - not only to me…but also my family, who am I?
