I thought I knew me. But who am I really? This life’s options just aren’t appealing. They don’t fit my destiny or the dreams I had for me, as a child. I watch with wild eyes as the fire slowly dies on my hopes – Unable to cope when my head bumped the glass ceiling and all I’m feeling is stuck in a rut. I can’t describe how it felt last night when you said we weren’t right for each other anymore. The humility of just being is so lonely – at times. I can hardly watch the sun rise cause the splendor hurts my eyes and I’m left to cry salty tears that leave tracks in my flawless make-up. The mirror’s reflection starts divine introspection as I face the rejection of myself. And I realize love is attracted to itself and once I embrace it, it will find me.