Who Am I

When did I last know who I am?

I wonder if it when I was a child,

when I made up stories 

from my imagination.

Was I separate then

from the imaginary children 

with imaginary parents 

and imaginary friends.

knowing

where my story began 

and where I ended.

I don’t remember.

Perhaps the story ended before I began.

Perhaps the two began together.

Perhaps they may end together,

separately

or eternally 

entwined,  

inseparable. 

I cannot say. 

I never could.

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