The Hundred Manifestations

 The Hundred Manifestations 

The person I was a minute ago is buried under a hundred other manifestations of my crippled reality. The same situation and the same person but a million different emotions and reactions. A fickle thing a mind is and a fickle being I am. I may be fake and I may be untrue but I'm also ever-changing and ever-growing. I may be a confused immature person but I'm also a blessed student ready to accept the mistakes that I've made. After all, a man learns from his faults and so will I. Time goes on, slowly silently and so will my foolish blunders fade away till there will be no mirages of myself from a minute ago buried under a hundred other manifestations of my crippled reality.