I lost my wallet today.
But what hurt more was the sympathetic nods, the apologies, and the knowledge that without that pack of cards, I am not a human being.
I cannot obtain food, I can’t travel, and I cannot prove that my name is my name.
I feel empty. It makes me think… what am I if I lose the proof? I’m just a sort of bitterness that waits for a friend to pull it up.
I’ll vouch for you. If it helps.