“Self portrait” -021012

A self portrait made of words. Who am I? When I really think about it, I can’t answer it or I would feel as though I would be lying to myself. I person once sang “we all have capacity to change ourselves with time.” I’ve been searching and waiting, for what feels like an eternity, to see the change in me. The only movement being felt is the flow of time, but what’s the point of a time if I have made no progression? I have been in the same polluted ocean for all I can remember. It’s all a waste if I can’t even remember how I made my way to this x and y coordinates. I would like to believe that not all is black and white, I want to see a world where the prism boasts a projection of white light. Will there be a force that moves me forward?