Deserted Fragments

I stand alone pondering my existence, my mind twisted, lost within my consciousness, searching for memories soon forgotten. I wrestle to obtain my own reality, remembrances far from within my grasp. Mundane thoughts elude my comprehension, so minuscule, they transcend my ability to process. My lapse of perception, the deserted fragments of my life, queries of justification for my abandoned memories. Why has this affliction absorbed my yesterdays? Why does it control my being, my soul, everything that once was my individuality? I sit bewildered, my revelations scrolled on parchment, attempting to preserve my own identity. I futilely critique each line for my idiosyncrasies, searching for my existence within my own words.