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 merely enamored with the ideals and fantasies I conjured about them in my imagination?

I ask the angles as I think of the many ways I have changed my beliefs to fit someone else

The countless

The endless effort

Are we truly unique or are we just mosaics of every person ever known?