How do they know? I keep coming back to that. Not who is right. How they sound so certain. Nothing looks the same from a different angle. So who sees the real me? If every life changes the view... how does anyone recognise the truth? Maybe I'm not looking for answers. Maybe I'm only trying to recognise the question that never changes. Every question that leads to an answer leads to another question. I don't know whether that means I'm getting closer... or simply walking in circles. Maybe I'm not looking for certainty. Maybe I'm only afraid of reaching the wrong conclusion. I have started to wonder if certainty is the mask that hides the shame- of not really knowing. if that's true... I would rather look confused than become another mind - that stopped thinking.
