Sometimes I feel like a rock, lying alone in a barren field.
Exposed to the elements: the wind, rain, sun and time eat away at me until I am finally no more.
So many things don’t matter. I’m a shell. I’m not sad, I’m just empty. I may look nice or seem able but I have nothing to give.
Leave me alone. Let me slip away. I’m lost. Don’t find me, find Dory.
She forgets, but I remember how to get back.