It feels as though every few years I become someone completely new, who happens to have memories stored from all the me’s I used to be.  The End is never a thing. Evolution is often the result. Although feeling stuck on repeat has also been a thing.

2 thoughts on “Becoming”

  1. What a rich texture our Lives reveal . . . layer by layer, day by day, year by year. And we who write, like with camera and film, preserve our exposures in text. Overlays. Observations. Emotions. Looking for that meaning found deep in the textures. Here’s a couple of my attempts :)) Dawn

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