My illusive - elusive self is up to no good and causing me constant grief. Understanding which of who I am, who I was, and who I want to be is an ongoing struggle that I am not alone in.
I was reading comments on my facebook from years ago and I didn't recognize my own voice within them. I think that startled me a little bit. For a while, I've been lamenting what I've felt was my prime being over. Now I just feel that I'm still chasing my "prime", maybe hints of it existed in past moments of my life.
I am a muddy person right now, unsure of what the definitive version of myself looks like, maybe I'm just "primordial soup". At some point I put a mask on and hid myself from everyone, I can't say I'll be back because the person who will take off the illusive mask, is someone I haven't met yet.
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