Mar 29, 2007 11:07
Sometimes I don't recognize myself.
The transformations I have made. And the way that strangers see me. The people who no longer know me, but keep a part of me--like I invested it in the bank. Or forgot it in their rooms. Left it upon the sidewalk to be picked up, and slipped in their pockets.
And sometimes. I'm still the same person, when I look in the mirror. The sun has just placed freckles upon my cheek in time.