restless identity
after chasing recognition
from everyone around me
i discovered
i no longer
recognized myself
i liked the idea of acceptance,
even though it meant having to remind myself who i had to be each day i opened my eyes.
there’s nothing quite like the discomfort of choosing a persona that doesn’t suit you while at rest.
it’s a lot of work not being yourself.
it’s a lot of work dodging reality to knock you back into who you are.
to climb a mountain made of sand, hell bent on reaching that mirage.
mirrors may as well have been strangers.
strangers are better mirrors.