There are Poems, Songs, People talking about losing themselves. I read the lines, sang along and listened. Until i found out what it really meant. Losing yourself is a tragedy. Unexpected and undeniable. A slow process. And you can only watch yourself losing. Losing hope, happiness and your dreams. I stopped singing along. My mind was lost, and so was my voice. You donĀ“t find out who you are in the blur of it all. You find out who you are when everything is quiet. I found my voice again. To sing when they talk about losing themselves. Not to sing along, but to sing for them