Dating : The lone traveller

Day 209

I am the lone traveller. I wander through cities and streets and see posters with my face on them. I’m famous I suppose but, I do not feel that way. When people pass me they gasp like I have something on my face. I never do. Some hurry to their phones but, they never take pictures, they bring it up to their faces and talk quickly and in hushed tones. I lay awake at night in front of the mirror trying to piece together what it is. Why are they looking? is it what I wear? is it my smile?

Day 332

I never stay in one place for more than a day, since I lost my memory, I’ve found comfort in never having anything that needs to be remembered. I feel a creeping feeling on me sometimes like I’ve seen things that disturb me but, I can’t quite be sure what it is. I see glimmers of red, of a… a stick, of running, of falling.

Day 440

I’ve begun to remember more, I remember hiding, I remember waking up, I remember travelling. Then came the posters I think. The posters frightened me at first. What can I say? I didn’t know they were me until I stumbled upon a mirror in that one coffee sho… no wait it was a diner, yes that was it.

Day 507

I still can’t read what the posters say, I’ve been collecting them now, almost like mementoes but, there are less of them and they have begun to resemble a much younger version than what I see in the mirror. I’ve begun to decipher some letters at the top. MI.

Day 549

I’ve started to remember more in less time. There were people crying and people shouting but, I was numb, not just from the brain but throughout my body. I feel scared but for what I’m not sure. That creeping feeling is no longer a creep but a shadow following me at all times. I can read more letters now. SS.

Day 588

I have figured it out but there is nothing I can do, I am more alone than possible knowing there was a place to remember and that place was home. MISSING.