Part I

I've lost my mind.
I've been searching for days. It's not behind the stove, although I did find some dried up peas and some mouse poop. I can't remember the last time I had peas for dinner because I've lost my mind. It wasn't to be found in the crisper or behind the frostbitten chicken in the freezer. I went to search the medicine cabinet in hope to find "the answer," but my mind was not there.
The pages of my calender fluttered as I passed, but my mind did not float out of the months that had slipped by me. My mind wasn't in the linen closet, underneath the desk, or stored in the shoebox on the shelf where I put valuable things for safekeeping. I don't know where it has gone.

I've lost my mind

Part II

He must have stolen it. He couldn't figure out why her consciousness was arranged there in front of him, but that was the only explanation he could dream up. Through the window he watched her search her house for it and his heart jumped as she moved for the door. He never stole anything before but something came over him and he wanted to latch into thoughts that lightened his own. Through a crack in the fabric of existence, he tiptoed into her being.
Now she was outside, unmistakably looking for something lost. He knew where she kept her secrets and used this knowledge to enter her soul. A glance to the sky and the look in her eyes showed him that she was wondering who the intruder could be and what caused her to let him in.

Part III

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a little bird told me
you saw me there
talking to no one