I feel myself changing so quickly, that I don't even know who I am now.
Let alone last year, which was lived by another, a hazy apparition, a few passages in an unwritten book.
I do not know who will look at me when I look in the mirror, who will look back, will I recognize them? Will they recognize me?
I fear I'll wake to a stranger in my bed, who is so familiar and unknown.
I fear for the friend who I've forgotten, who became so estranged. What was the sound of her laugh? What lessons did she teach me?
And what does it mean when I feel as if I've lost all sense of self?
Like watercolor I've bled out into my surroundings, people, places and jobs. Now there's nothing left
When I look in the mirror.
December Thoughts 7.12.17 - K.L.H.