Wednesday, May 7, 2014

worthwhile, scattered thoughts of the week 

In reality,
where do I fit?
I am so many beings,
so many me's have been
morphed into a singular collection of
skin and bone and framework.

Why do we try and try
to conform to a single being,
to a single identity?
We are an assemblage
of our countless experiences,
emotions, people we've encountered.
They shaped and molded
and made you, you.

In admitting that I know less that I credited myself for;
I will, in return, gain more:

mystery and wonder and whimsy.

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