The Lodge of Hopeful Vissicitudes

last night, i had the urge to write to unclog my mind so i took a pen and a nakpin and started to freewrite... unedited:

my metamophosis

The Amy ten years ago has died. Although we are essentially the same person of the same skin and mind, our perception and ideals, goals, and values are building an edifice of continuous change. With every step and every adobe stone cemented, every pipe and wire connected, the image of the edifice changes. The motivation, inspiration and determination which I had so many years ago have disappeared. No longer do I have these three things defined that are necessary for my survival and success; their mutated selves have not fully formed fruit yet. I feel lost. I need to find me again in these three terms; perhaps when I find what can motivate me now, inspires me now… I can find the determination and my will to follow through my goals and aspirations. Virtuous of words and honor… I will try my best to seek what earths me in the present day and take voyage to my future and homage to what I was years ago. Thank goodness I am still who I am but of one who has morphed.