Ember

I am surrounded by the fragments of memories, each one slipping through my fingers like sand. I stare at the faces, but they feel so distant, like they belong to someone else. My thoughts are tangled, my mind a web of confusion. The images blur as I try to make sense of them, but the more I search, the less I understand. I hold my head in my hands, desperate to hold onto something, anything. But nothing seems real anymore, not even myself.