Map Of The Lost Identity

I look at my hands, atom by atom, slowly decreasing into the total mass of noise outside the car window. I have nothing left to lose or the feeling of being lost is this the most precious thing I can lose? This ringing in my ears is very much mine. No one can take it. -I’m smearing I forgot what I look like. Can anyone tell me? What is the shape of my mother's mole near my navel? Was it smeared too? -I’m blurring Glasses, lenses and binoculars don’t help to adjust the clarity. I'm blurring in the blurriness of your eyes, so help me to find my way out. -Im spreading I’m spreading generously like a big piece of butter on black bread at my grandmother's. Btw, do you remember when we were lighter than Grandma's sheets drying on ropes? And a small gust of wind was enough for us to fly around the whole world and peek at all the kisses of all the lovers. Now I’m passing through the burning land and leave the traces. Each trace renewed my cells. When did i become so heavy? When did i start wearing iron shoes in the morning?