Fragmented

That is okay.

I walk within the dreams

Of others.

Their stories

And abstract art

Piece together

A broken trail of details

That express their true colors.

With each dream I enter, though,

A piece of myself is lost

To understand a fragment

Of someone else.

I am older now,

And comprised of the shards

Of many strangers;

Not a single part of me

Is my own.