Identity is a dynamic thing. Who you think you are can abruptly discompose.
A change of scenery. I am carving out my name again.
Slowly. More timid than careful. Is that me?
I talked with a beautiful girl today until I was called away. I came back but she was gone.
It's best to stay away from edges and bridges. I get uneasy in the fray.
I make an unaffected stab at becoming what I want.
And pressure builds. I build pressure. I watch it steal into my unsure places.
Confidence is sacred. Doubts can be mistaken and Faith is slippery.
With my hands, I am carving out my name.