Plodding along, I don’t feel like myself. Actually.
I don’t feel connected to the me I should be.
I’m doing the same routine I’ve been programmed for, but the essence of me — the self of myself — isn’t there.
How strange, how disconcerting….
It’s like I’m a “me” that only approximates who I am. I look the same, I sound the same, I act the same (during the task at hand).
I’m guessing I even smell the same… but something is missing. Something fundamental.
Because I’m not me.
Not fully…
It’s like I’m a copy, a facsimile… unbound by the weight of soul, but also lacking the spark of life.
It’s not about an international trip or a quiet hour in nature. When I say I need to find myself, I mean it literally.
About the Creator
Gabriel Shames
I’m an east coast American, interested in writing poetry and fiction as long as I can remember. I took a test in 4th grade where they told me I wrote creatively at a college level!
Hope you enjoy reading as much I as I do creating ❣️
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