at times parts of me are dying. others are alive and well.

it only takes one voice to remind you parts of you are gone: one voice, one touch, one smell, one sound.

a minute awakens the depths of the soul. a minute reminds you a certain part of you is not dead - it's been stuffed for too long.

i don't recognize this dormant self, asleep for too long.

i don't recognize the glimpses of life it irradiates - they scare me.

multiple aspects have changed - are changing - will keep changing

the core remains

i might not be recognizing my core.

dormant soul - i see you through the cracks: break out free - force yourself through the walls.

i await.