l.m.  d.t .

memories...I don’t know...they are like ghosts...haunting your imagination...smiling at you...as if they were still real, until they start fading, until you are not sure if they are real anymore…I have never been sure of my own existence you know… I am always looking for the ways to prove...and every day the prove I have is not enough... and every day it’s less and less clear...the image of my own self is gradually fading into a ghost until it will be gone completely, and then everyone will doubt my existence anyway…