The parts of me that I have left behind
Sloughed out of
A blurred mirage
I see the face that looks at me from the mirror
I see me
I see me not; it is horror
I am not who I was
The parts of me that I have left behind
Sloughed out of
A blurred mirage
I see the face that looks at me from the mirror
I see me
I see me not.
©️ 5/12/2023
Loki saving the temporal loom. Image courtesy google
The Wandering Feet 
Ayo, this is saddddd. And vulnerable, and heartbreaking. I’m reminded of all my own fears and anxiety around aging/growing up/ losing myself whichever one sounds less shitty, and the powerless feeling it comes with – of not being in control of anything and yet being responsible for so much. Very well written chale.
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