October's End

I re-read my old posts and have come to the conclusion that the posts as a collective do not flow. It made me wonder if this was symbolic of how I secretly perceived myself; how maybe this reflects the identity issue I am in denial of.  So then I began to think about my most recent human-to-human interactions and realize how I seem to act and be quite different in every situation.

I started to really question who I am, quite conveniently, during the only time it is acceptable for one to pretend they are anyone but themselves.

 

I realize, to express such "raw" and private thoughts on the internet is pretty much ironic.

"O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" 

-Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind