Forget..

Once upon a time, I counted only one - only one of me. So many ideals of me - I tire to think of the many different ways I find to disagree to what is "me."

In this life time, you must make yourself just one promise: that no matter how still the mind, how shallow the breaths they be - whence you sit alone, in a dark room, you add only the prettiest flowers to your chain - be it, the chain, dark or light, you mark a perfectly potent, barely visable, design upon your soul. As they say, "to make no decision, is to decide," itself, would be to ensure that nothing breeds, in fact, many things - whether you're aware of this at the time, or not.

Many things will become a part of you, if you let them in. You must embrace change, be mindful of your instincts - you can accept the answer you do not want, yet cradle the ever ambiguous lessons in your essence, as if they were your own children.

"If my aura had a name, I would call her Missing."