My identity has evolved credit to the past. It’s a story that is in progress. The wrinkles on my forehead are not just lines caused by the sun but of the time that aged me. I am the only storyteller of my life.
In this broken world I am trying to remain who I am. Grounded and authentic. Yet mould that story of my life with intent.
Memory is not just information from the lived life it has Meaning !
I know the promising potential in memory !
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