Something makes me falter. Hear my own heart beat. Thump, thump. Thumpthump. Th-thump. My brain has done a skid-slide-stop at this point, to question myself- What if it was me? What then? This is what I have become, and I can say I love it- yes... Though I might be a little bit boring- Not partying, not wearing belly baring, nose flaring, sparkles glaring aloud- just me instead, but me and proud.... My hands find your cheeks, your crumbs, your smile... And I smile back, my teeth not quite perfect white, just light- from the coffee I drink, the things that I think, the nights with late snacks and scratches on backs... What is it that creates who we will become? If I am now mostly a Mum and wife... where exactly was it that I left behind the other life? Have I evolved or just changed, am I still the same breath? Am I still the same laughter, same tears, and same jest? Will I live the same moments? Will I die the same death? Would I have been me if I hadn't had you? If I hadn't me...
I like to write. I haven't done it enough.