One Character At A Time

Flickers of Hope

I knew who I was, until the moments came when I slowly felt as if I didn't know who was in my mind. But she was a scary little thing. 

I didn't know how it happened, but my life became someone else's.  She was manipulative and selfish, as her two sided parts waged a war for power. 

All wars come and go, but the change resonates as each tinge left is rekindled when least expected. Strict boundaries are more than a rarity for there can't be a way to enumerate the strands in a spectrum and hazy shades.