I don’t know my own hands anymore.
Scarred skin, lines everywhere.
White, pink, darker pink.
Sour, swollen.

I am a tourist in my own city.
I am a stranger to my own home.
I am an explorer of this vast, wretched, despondent, incomprehensible, fathomless, cryptic universe that is me.

Who am I?
Been asking myself
The same question
For months, for years.
I still haven’t
Found the answer.

And I don’t think I ever will..