I feel to the tips of my toes (that are busy falling asleep with the rest of my body) to the top of my head, I feel everything just like the rest of them, the sand on the beach to the wind in the sky that I seem to know even though I've never truly felt it.

His words, the one that looks through me as if I'm not even there (melting in the floorboards that are cold on my toes, I feel!) sting like the cuts that cover me each and every day without any knowledge on how and when they came to be.

'there's nobody in there'

The words that come from the mouth of those I trust (but never as much as him, my one and only watcher, there no one I trust more then him, no one) with not just with telling me the truth, the whole one, but with me myself and I.

(which I'm afraid is falling away, because there is no question on the top of my mind that shouldn't be there, nothing should be there, 'who am I?')

-

"You."

His eyes watch me (little miss vixen with a love for bikes and the millionaire of which I'm falling in love with, really?) like he's been looking for me all of his life and he finally hit the jackpot, but who is he?

"Me? Who the hell are you?"

Each word he speaks, filled with names and questions, fades away as it all comes undone with a snap of a finger. Flashes came across my eyes ones I begin to remember ('tsk, tsk, now that shouldn't be happening, not one bit') but stayed much longer then the last time.

Maybe this time they would stay for forever and ever?

(did he, the one with arms that are reaching out for me and me alone, just say Paul? why is that so very familiar?)

"What?"

"I said what's your name?"

(name, the one thing I've been searching for along with me, who am I, what skin I'm I in, which is the hardest thing I have yet to find)

"Mimi Joh- Echo, do you hear a echo? Caroline who is that?"

His face (pretty and filled with life, which it's quite clear I don't have a lot of, because being a zombie really a life?) became wide with a smile growing deeper as his arms spread around me like I was a missing piece to his puzzle and now he was whole, and so was I.

"That's you, that's you. I've missed you so goddamn much."