"These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean. I just can’t. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her."
-- Haruki Murakami
Everyday when I leave home, I choose the clothes I wear and my thoughts, and my belief...
The kind of mask I don on is quite fluid and mobile,
It becomes the very essence of me, at least for a while.
The confusion comes at the very end of the day,
When I am not sure of what I am today.
What to believe as my own,
when I can assume any identity I am shown.
It's quite like this thought I get each day,
When I look at myself in the mirror...
Is it me staring back or merely a reflection?
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