I live in my body.
They are always with me.
And yet, they are strangers.
I'm getting to know them.
Their patterns. Their shortcomings. Their strengths.
So strange that they feel so disconnected, and yet so intertwined.
Who is this observer that steps in to get to know them?
I can't truly tell you how it works.
These parts and pieces that make up what we call a person.
They are one.
They are separate.
They are me.