All I am

Another year celebrating the passing, looking into the mirror I instantly visualize myself as the years. I know myself but I cannot help but feel as if i’m a stranger, I allow my feelings to live in their own personal existence but my existence doesn’t feel worthy enough to live in celebration. Life is beautiful even while polarizing. I can admire myself raw; my authentic self, looking in the mirror self becomes selfishness. Thoughts become thrown out as they are just pouring into myself . I cannot help to visualize the years, ever so more be overwhelmed by everything moment and thought , good and bad that are being celebrated today. Happy Birthday, I say to all that I am.