There are versions of me I have never been.
Versions I will never be.
Energetic understudies waiting to become,
had I chosen differently.
Every choice is a new identity.
I did not realize the versions of me that never were
are still here.
Waiting. Taking up space. Until they are certain I no longer need them.
Invisible tethers.
Ghosts on standby until I am ready to see them, meet them,
and release them.
1:4:7 ∞
