Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Pieces
Who am I, I ask this question every now and then and every now and then I think I have the answer. Is who I am who I want to be, is who I am who I made myself to be - did I volunteer into this persona or was it spontaneous happenstance. Is everything I am me or am I pieces of her and him, you and they - their joys, pains, flaws and faults - the things that make them loved, hated, feared and revered. Am I me or am I pieces of everyone I know.
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