Death Isn't Always Goodbye.

So here I am, dying... alone... again... I always end up right here, where I started.

Dying.
Alone.

Just when I think it's over, just when I think I'll finally rest, I remember. I remember who I am, my real life, my home, my family. I remember me. Then I wake up and just like that, I forget. Just like that and it's all gone, replaced by new memories, a new life, a new home, but never a family. Till I end up here again, dying... That's the only time i ever actually remember.

So here's to those wonderful next sixty seconds that I actually get to be myself, and here's to that one thing that'll keep me searching no matter who I think I am next, that constant need to know everything, the need to fill the gaps; curiosity.

I needed to find my family.

So there I was, lonely little me, fading away into nothing once again. Missing people that I won't remember tomorrow, but hoping that someday I will find them.

I shed one last tear and it all went black.