Aspirations can be elusive. Something you should hold solid, clear and strong but something I was stuck searching for. Because there is always that contrived question lurking when and where you want it least;
what do you want to be?
Answering was easy. I knew what I should say. And what I shouldn’t. I may not have known what I wanted to be but I knew how I wanted to feel. And how I wanted you to feel about me. So I shaped my answer carefully and constructed myself in this refracted reflection.
Eventually my identity became defined: a soul shifting herself to become someone whole in all eyes but her own.
Then I found myself. Broken. Lost and alone and looking for a way back to who knows when.