Do we 'Identify' with?

We change. We evolve. We learn. We shape. We mould. We shame. We disown. Reaching out & then reaching-in. Withdrawn. Setting it free and then mourning its loss. The years are just numbers. Flat. Percussive. They remove the outer sobriety, the sweet coating, the polish. Like teeth with enamel eroded. Yet there is a peace, a beauty. Little celebrations of imperfections! We find our fears. We live. Narrow lane surrounded by metal mobster on a bridge.Heart squeeze. Overtake. Breathe. So much of us left in the past. So much waiting to live. Random daily changes. Experiences. Hurt. Hunger. Happiness. Its okay to not know. Its okay to want more/less/not want at all. Sometimes far. Sometimes desparately near. Overrated. Understated. Its you all the way. Its ok that I don't identify with some parts of me that are back in the past. I continue to blog over it. Not erasing but adding. Its branched into something that's still within. It makes me.