YOUR MANY FACES

PC: Tim Walker
PC: Carl Bengtsson

Here's a riddle: What has an eternal multitude of parts but a single name?
I am. I am. I am.
You. You are. You are divided. Chop. Chop.
A million fragmented parts all contained within the small space of your body.
How do I know this? Because sometimes you say things and then wonder why you said them. Because a part of you can think about your thoughts and, like someone realizing they are dreaming, become something else entirely. Because a part of you remains unknowable, even after years of friendship...even to yourself. Because you are not the special things you can do, the unique things you like, or the beautiful things you own. You are a poem whose truth lies between the lines that draw the eye.

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