Missing…

When did this happen?

Everyday I wake up trying to get something back. Something I think I used to have.

I struggle every single day to try and find missing parts of myself. It’s like one day I shattered without realizing.

I look at my reflection, but the mirror is completely shattered; shards of me, on the ground, out the door, and spread out into the world…

I search… I struggle…

Trying to piece my reflection back together. I’m not sure if it is the reflection I’m looking at, or someone else entirely. Am I struggling to piece this man back together or myself? I’m not sure because they are both just so unrecognizable.

Honestly, I’ve never met the person looking back at me, and god damn is he hard to live with.

It’s funny because I look back and I cannot tell you when this happened. I have no idea. I look at it now and it seems to be an absolute, it seems to be one defining moment, one car crash of the person I was and that man I seem to becoming.

Around this crash is where I lie, without being able to see it. In fog so thick I’m choking.

Fog so thick, I may just drown. I think if I get passed it and see the crash of who I was and the unrecognizable thing I’m becoming, I can understand what happened and manipulate the outcome