Have you ever felt the need to reiterate yourself? the feeling that every pore needs to unclog, to release all the tiny shards embedded in so that you can feel the air breathe 'you' through every pore? That there are times when you forget yourself. There's a tight wrap around you, a cocoon that you weave around yourself, when you start to reek of another and realise it but don't know how you could get it off..scrub it free..parachute your mind, thoughts, and soul out..find a way to find yourself, take the logical route that walks straight..the one you thought you had all chalked out..therein lies the difficulty..what part of you has changed by the time you've clawed your way through? Who are 'you' then? Which part of 'you' do you associate with and which part do you not? Hard to reconcile or comprehend..