Identity

von philora

Sometimes I wonder who I am and it’s like waking up remembering so many things that happened to this person I obviously am.

Like a puzzle different parts of my life fit together, forming myself. Identity.

What if I don’t accept one of these parts – can I change? There is so much on my mind at the same time. Different people, different needs, different languages.

Sometimes I am tired of cleaning my mind. Let life come to me, in all its confusing aspects.

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