They say I will live.
They say it will take
much more time than it already has, but I will live.
I cannot remember how long it has already taken.
They say, I should write this all down so I will remember.
They say, I might
remember again - one day.
But they also say, I might forget what I know now then.
I don't know if they are right.
I don't know who they are.
They look at me with sad eyes, and I feel that I have seen them before. But I do not know.
I do not remember.
I don't know who I am, and neither do they.
A child has found me in a street, believing me dead. And I must have scared it terribly by opening my eyes. Now I am here and nobody is looking for me. They say, my finger prints and retina scans match none in the registers, not of Coruscant, not anywhere else. But neither is there a bounty on my head.
I am nobody.
And nobody is looking for me.