If by chance you remember me, could you know who am I?

Crumbs of emotions thougth,
in everlasting now,
body consciousness appear uncalled
and fade away unaided.
Yet some “one” is watching the turmoil.
Crumbs of emotions thougth,
helded togheter give sense to the ego’s puzzle,
scattered imperceived foam dust
if I am not.
Is it the subjet?
I, how where when why, who....