I have forgotten who I am.
The dark winter night of life’s trials and hardships has frozen my memory.
My mind is wholly formatted; I have no recollection of the past.
There is a gnawing feeling in the dim recesses of my soul.
This pulsating emotion reminds me of the void within me; I have no souvenir of the “real me.”
The information I need lays shrouded in deep secrecy, that I can’t get even a glimpse of it.
There is a throbbing, pulsating hollow emptiness within me.
This yawning chasm came into existence when “real me” was yanked and uprooted out of my heart.
I am now but a husk.
A robot that functions through sheer habit, and mannerisms seared into my body.
The essence of me is gone.
That is why I don’t know who I am any more.