SUmmer feeling

I am walking the borderline between identities. There is a fork in the road, a bend in in the river, between who I am and who I am in multiplicity. A quiet conflict. I am peering through the looking glass, but the glass is distorted. There is no clarity. There is no perfect mirror or perfect answer. Perception shifts based on vantage point. I shift, I flux, I dissociate. I try with both arms to bring everything back together, but it is uncomfortable. It is unsustainable. I am unsettled. It is too heavy a load to bear. Pieces slip away. Let them float. Like a leaf in the storm, caught in the wind, weighed down by the rain, where it lands it will stick. I peel it away, leaf by leaf by leaf by leaf. One box is a trap, many boxes are a playing board. I move on an angle; nothing is ever straightforward.