I saw myself
I saw myself. It was bizarre.
We don’t get to see ourselves on a regular basis. If we could, I could only imagine what we would see. But then again, would we want to, and how often would we choose to?
Was that person me, Is the question I asked.
Going through changes, we rarely see the person on the outside ----- the person we're coming to be.
She was smiling in a pose. And I wondered: was that just me settling for the picture; getting ready for the sole purpose of creating a shot for the camera, or was that the individual living in my day to day.
I think It might’ve been a combination of both….
Anyhow, It was good to know I still existed; in a spiritual sense. My spirit had never left, and it never will; not for good.
The day It happened was a lovely one.