Awarded 2nd PrizeJules von Kunhardtjulesart.orgFacebook PageIts a copy of a copy of memories. Reflected in my friends eyes. I can see they are waiting for me to speak. Waiting for me to find the right words. Theres only a short time frame, I know it. Theyre growing impatient. I have to be fast. But my words are gone, swirling around and hiding from me. Who is that anyway - staring at me?