A New Planet

Can you really forget to love yourself? Can you aimlessly circle a place until everything blurs and black and white fade to gray until you hardly recognize it at all? Is it possible to wake up one day and not know who you are or how you have become that way? Some people have moments; a death, an illness, an accident. A defining moment that they can look at and say "yes, that was the event that changed all future events. The moment that tilted the axis on which my world was set." "This is when I became the stranger that stares back at me in the mirror." For most though, the change is a slow and steady decline into a foggy haze. A haze that settles until one day the clouds begin to clear and the only thing you want, the most important thing is to get back to the sunshine. Except you can't. There is no sun. Or rather, there is a sun but its a different sun because you are no longer the center of the same universe as before. It is a new sun that is shining upon a totally new landscape. And this new terrain, its a little rough-nothing quite like you have seen before. It needs a little tending and a new plan. The map you were using before no longer applies. You need a new map. Like Christopher Columbus you're in uncharted territory and the person you were, that person is still there but in fragments. Pieces of your past were swept along in the haze and rain down haphazardly into new and fertile ground. They are settling this time, in different places and in different shapes.