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"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!" - Alice, Alice In Wonderland.

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You know the strange moment you realize you're losing yourself and trying to fight against that change?
That is exactly how I feel right now.

Let me describe my current lifestyle to you.
(Because I haven't updated in a month).

I stare at the yellowing white blades of my rusty old fan.
I watch it twirl around.
I lose myself in its movements.
Then I look at myself.
Look at what I'm doing.

I feel the air around me- cold, stale, emotionless.
The noises outside my windows sings in my ear,
Singing a melody that I don't know of.
It sings of life.

And it's at this instance that I'm wondering,
What am I doing?
I think I am losing myself.

I pick up a pen,
I draw,
I write.
I don't know what to draw or write, but I refuse to let go of that black pen.
Because I realize that it is my connection to my past.

Nostalgia hits me,
Runs through my veins.
Yet I have nobody to relate to.
At this moment, I read.
I flip through pages of essays I wrote,
I look at old photographs.

At this instance, a part of me dies, a part of me revives.
And then I realize, it's all me.
It's just me- alone.
I will fight,
I will survive.