How did it come about? What was the reason? When? Where?.......

Can this memory be erased... forever? Or at least ignored...

Words are powerful, but what about the questions they raise?......

This was...... Who are you? What do you look like?

I....i don't..no.....

Does anyone know who I really am?!!!

These are stupid questions! What are we really made of!? Soil?! Water?! What!?

Humans made from a piece of clay!? From a piece of sharp glass!? From a piece of hate!? From sadness!? From regret!? From worry!? From dreams!? From ice!? From fire!? From animals!? From sunlight!? From the sky!? From diamonds?! From love!? From... water?......

The truth is that we are made of ourselves...

What do you feel will never leave you? Something that is inside you... and you are connected to it... that is you... that which you are made of...

You don't know when, where, or how this happened... But when you come to, you realize it's been a long time... You've been born again and again in different forms..............