When can I officially declare myself reborn of my old self? Will it be the resulting shed layers of old skins? And what of my thoughts and my hearts condition...do those things find themselves renewed as well?
These matters become trivial as I continue on my quest for this person I know, but I've yet to come face on with in the mirror.
Who is she?
Where does she go from then on or even from here?
She, or shall I say I doesn't know...but she has faith and a promise. Not like those of man, who change reluctantly with the brush of the winds, but in something so unprofound and unthinkable...most onlookers will never see its reality.
So I'll go on staring this mirror on, until the fog fades and the images clarity begins to shape.
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