Shards and scatterings from an unsettled and distracted mind. A poem or note, letters and photographs, pieces of life with little value other than to that which it is bound. Sights, sounds, smells and laughter, the silent taste of tears and greying clouds of sadness. Trinkets of silver linings that make you smile and become lost in the same moment. These are some of mine, they may mean nothing to you or there could be a spark of recognition
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Identity Theft
I used to know who I was, at least I thought I knew. We probably really never know ourselves as well as we think we do. I don't know if others around know either. Maybe if you took everyone's description and created a police sketch of all the different ideas you might scratch the surface. I realized that since I moved recently that I may have lost my identity. It didn't just happen with the move, although this was the culmination of it. I guess it's been fading for some time. I remember being a well respected flight nurse with the knowledge and skill to stabilize a critical patient and save lives. I was a firefighter that could help save a burning structure or extricate someone from a mangled car. I really don't know who I am anymore.
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