Sometimes I feel like my future self reincarnated. Everything I have lived through seems too surreal to have happened in 1 lifetime. Deja vu only describes the underlining gist of it. How does one even communicate all the many complexities of this existence? Too much of my past could be measured in extremes. Constantly trying to identify as being one way, or that way, but I am many things.
I have met a million people and watched their faces come and go. Though I still only know myself as well as you can know anyone. I am but a walking talking contradiction, forever changing. There is just so much that we can not know. Few things are for certain, yet everything is relevant. This presence that we occupy is like a prophecy of the future which has alternate realities. Oh, the beauty of the Butterfly Effect as it unfolds its wing in the Great Unknown. What a long strange trip it truly is.
If I have learned anything it is that life is a romantic, she is sentimental, has a fickle sense of humor and has the memory of an elephant. I am not exactly sure what my type is anymore. So anyone is welcome to play. Sorry if you are not the gambling kind, take that chance if you searching for a clue. Roll the dice, choose a wild card, take a look behind the mystery door.
The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.