I don't even know you anymore.

I stare at the mirror trying to identify the creature blankly glaring out at me. Who are you? You are no person that I know. A mere shadow of a soulless body. A remnant of the girl once filled with the hope of a magnanimous destiny. She has slipped away finding regeneration in the earth below her feet no longer finding comfort in the hollows of my spirit.

How did this happen? Did I not see the slow drip of the water facet I didn't take effort to fully turn off? But worse seem to be the recognition of this reflection as myself, no longer distancing myself from it but rather seeing the truth in it. Know the picture of my former self seems foreign while the illumination from the looking glass becomes what is familiar too me.

How could I have traveled so far from that girl? Shifting from changing for the better to just allowing change to happen to me. An inactive participant in the train wreck that has become my life. That is the worse part, doing nothing to prohibit this life force from taking over all that I am.

Here I stand, not knowing what I have to offer anymore, I've given it all away to time and space. Floating in the galaxy while my being remains detached here on this planet. I'm hoping that someday the person staring back at me will be off into the unknown. And the person I will have become will be someone worth looking back at.