ah time; the space between events,
when i am learning to let go of it all while holding still
pretending to know where i am, where i've been, and why
pretending to know who i am, when i don't
i don't know myself anymore than i know anything else for sure
that's for sure
what i am reinvents itself and isn't what i was. but it's all me.
i shed enough cells every 7 years that every cell is brand new
but this is still me. not who i was, but certainly not what i will be.
if nothing stays the same why do i hold on to what is no longer
why bother to hold onto memories lifetimes ago
why bother to keep anything inside.
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