It was not my mind that was doubting, it was my voice.
Would I let it speak, let it get rid of the hunger, the thirst, give it a taste of freedom?
Shushing the inner voice brought me back, all the way back to where I lost the ability of telling. Of forming words to sentences. Reality maybe.

I felt lost yet extremely powerful in a way. I.. firmly I put my hands around myself to stop me from taking a peek. A peek down my own balcony. It was a new thirst, a new hunger, an old wanting. I felt reunited, I was not alone, we were back together again. Like old friends.