i catch glimpses of myself hiding behind a wall of memories
was that really who I was is a conundrum I fail to solve
so I watch my past unfold in a place in my mind i thought had died
so long long ago that it all seems like make believe cartoons I made up just to make myself shudder and laugh and cry and cringe and cry again
thankful that after an eternity I come back to my senses and decide to leave off the self berating and accept I really did move on and they are just memories after all and no amount of analysis will change a thing.