Every time, I go and look in the mirror. I never know how I'm going to appear.

I could be looking at one version and instantly walk back and appears a completely different version of myself. With my heart alone and unaware of what's going on. I spend week after week, trying to get a handle on myself.

From trying out new things in life to finding the time to accomplish my goals of being a writer. I find myself, from time to time growing overwhelmed with fear. This comes as tremendous waves of confusion flood my very being to the point of drowning.

Still, I look for ways to face my past and fears of being vulnerable. Deep within the pages of my diary, I write every pain-filled memory. Allowing the tears to fall from my eyes. I cry, myself to fall asleep. While asleep, my mind looks for ways to cling to the worries from the events that filled my day and the painful memories of my past. Which, drives me insane.

Yet, I still press forward in my days of shattering the glass ceiling on my dreams. Hoping that someday, this letter of reflection grows into a distant memory in my mind...as everything becomes a reality.