who we were is not who we are

This line comes from one of my favorite poems:

We, we who were
we are the same no longer.

Who I was is not who I am is not who I will be. I barely remember who I once was, I catch glimpses of this girl in old poetry and photographs. A girl with blonde hair red hair blonde hair black hair brown hair short hair long hair. A girl with an eyebrow ears nose pierced. Sober clean drunk mean. How did that feel? What was I thinking? Our life is defined by the who what when where why how.

Who I am now is not who I will be, where I am not is not where I will be. In a year from now I won't be sitting in my room on my bed watching Planet Earth on my t.v., it will be someone else's room and who knows what they'll be doing at this time one year from now.

Maybe I'll be in Chicago, maybe I'll know you but maybe I won't, maybe I'll be smarter, maybe maybe maybe. Life is full of maybe.