Am I a vibrant mosaic, intricately crafted from the countless souls I have cherished, even if only for a fleeting heartbeat?

Each tiny moment, from the simplest smile to the most profound decisions, weaves together to shape my essence.

Or am I merely attempting to fill an aching void with the echoes of their voices, swirling around in my mind? Did I genuinely love them as they were, or was I me...

It’s a kick in the guts when you realise that you’ve never had an original thought in your entire life.

Not once.

Nada.

I am like tiny shards of glass that have been glued back together. Glued so tight that you might not notice at first. But when you look hard enough you see.

She’s just like her

Mother

Father

Brother

Sister

Best friend

I am complete.

And completely empty.

A faded carbon co...

cold days.

time feels fast, yet slow.

people seem to slowly change.

i’ve started realizing the small changes, or maybe changes that have always existed yet i’ve never found them so somehow strange.

everyone seems to have become monotonous.

my neighbor Anna, with her strawberry blonde curls and big blue eyes, her unique sense of humor and patience is slowly turning into something i’ve never seen f...

Do you know me?

Do I know you?

Have You seen me before in the stars?

Have I seen you before in the moon?

When have you lived here?

Where have I lived then?

Your soul, made of stardust

My soul, made of moonlight

I think you have lived here before

I think I have lived here before

Unique, you and I

Made of others, me and you

Puzzle of souls

Mosaic of hearts

Others in us

The two of us in others

I knew...

Am I myself?

I fear my emotions betray all those of whom I may be composed.

I am my parents when anger engulfs me.

I am my friends when in their company.

I learned from my teachers the worth of myself, some taught me to work and achieve, others determined I was not worth the effort.

I find myself curious in moments of solitude.

Am I an individual? Have I been making my own choices and living ...

She’s a little bit of everyone that she’s ever met

The funny thing is, she’s met no one like her yet.

Sometimes she cannot fathom the pieces of herself

All unique and scattered like forgotten books upon a shelf.

She’s always longed for someone whose pieces matched her own

It took her some time to realize that her mindset was all wrong.

Instead of searching for pieces that were the same as he...

Are we truly unique, or are we mosaics of every person we’ve known?

We are all individuals and are made up of different pieces of a mosaic from past loved ones.

Each loved one that passes on, leaves a different pieces whether that is one piece or many pieces.

Within those pieces are the pieces we make for ourselves as we breeze through life.

We are kind, thoughtful and loyal, most are but s...

A former monk seconded my saying

I’m the most settled I’ve ever been.

He went on to say, So what’s

wrong with us? What’s going

to happen next?

I seconded that sentiment.

I make a statement,

hopeful, optimistic;

he seconds it.

He reveals the shadow

of our givens;

and I second that. At least,

we agree to both statements

or do we? Depends

which one wins out.

He moved on away

from monastic life

y...

Sofia leaned against the old oak tree in the park, her journal open on her lap. It was one of those rare, still moments where the questions in her head quieted just enough to let her write. Today, though, the question she couldn’t shake was this: **Am I truly myself, or just a reflection of everyone I’ve met?**

The thought had started with a comment from her best friend, Liam. They’d been talking...

Another day in the universe

Another blimp in time

Another human walking in sync

Another person to try to be like

Am I unique

Am I my own

Are my thoughts my own

Or a fabrication of your life

Am I my own person

Maybe a relic of those I knew

A mixture of you and of me

To make what we know as friends....