It's like looking through a keyhole, at someone you don't know. Forgetting who you are or where you want to go. Seeing only segments from who you used to be. Not being able to distinguish which one is really me. In a moment you have a family, the next you are a child. Living with broken pieces, from a life that once compiled. Not knowing who is there, or even where you are. Yet knowing you are somewhere, feeling so bizarre. Every minute spent forgetting, the moment from the past Every day a new