There are people living inside of me. Some loving, some angry, some quiet, some bitter, some wise and some with no voice. It is a struggle. It is a constant battle. Every moment a different person wins and that moment belongs to them. I am so many people that sometimes I become them all. And at those times I am closest to my name. At those times I am not a fragment any more, but a being. Hopefully one that can love not in pieces but whole. Like beings are supposed to love and be loved. In totality.