I lost my history when I divorced, when I sold my house. I set aside more than letters from people I don't recall, letters from my ex while in the army. I look about at the few possessions I have that I had then or even in my youth. Even possessions I've carried through the years, even those seem foreign.
You see, after breaking my soul I found...that some things cannot be put back. During reassembly most of the pieces no longer fit for others had formed and filled the cracks and crevices.
And now? I feel whole. My history has become a story, my present alive, and my future...infinite possibility.
