I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.
The little gymnast in the rainbow leotard that left a trail of glitter behind.
The awkward middle schooler whose yellow puff jacket got covered in ink.
The teenager with box-dye hair who escaped to worlds made of paper, ink, and twenty-six letters.
The college student who had a crash landing back to earth, changing their perspective.
The twentysomething-year-old who spent four years redefining themselves.
There are a million different people I could have been, depending on choices made.
Each of these people, a building block for the next person I will meet,
With their own hopes and dreams and lessons to be learned.
They are in my memories, maybe at times forgotten.
But they still carry a purpose.
I can still call back upon these people.
Because no matter how long it’s been, they will always be there,
Reminding myself who I use to be and where I came from.
One day I will be the forgotten one.
Who knows who I will be next?
But that is, as they say, another story.
Skye's Ambitions 