Canvas that is the mind

I am consumed by the presence of past personas, never forgetting who I was but not pretending to understand myself either.
Hindsight is a privilege which provides the power of shaping who you are in the now and who you’ll become later on down the line.

Like a desert snake shedding its skin
forget who you once were to begin again.
Each morning is a new chance to examine the canvas that is the mind.
Your thoughts are the paintbrush,
your emotions create the colors in which you’re playing with.
Choose your palette with precision,
watch how your first strokes flow.