There are a few versions of me running around these days.
There’s the guy I used to be.
There’s the guy before that, who nobody liked, who has lately been using my body.
There’s the true me, the man I am supposed to be.
There’s the guy that’s trapped, brain and heart frozen. He’s the guy that wakes up every morning.
There’s the guy that everyone thinks I am. He’s nowhere to be seen (by me).
I’ve been frozen for a while now. Stuck in a place, like a ghost, haunting all the spots.
This was the year that I split into shards.
I don’t think anyone noticed. I think that’s a good thing.
I hope I can find them all, scattered across the many lives that I live.
I will pick them up, one by one, and catalog them.
I will coat them with glue and stick them together and make a whole.
If the glue dries well, you will hardly get to see the cracks.
Where the broken pieces of me have fused.
But don’t push on the pieces or they may break into many more.