I am here.

But what does that mean?

I feel I am caught between past, present and future.

As I age, my mind drifts back trying to examine how I became me.

Thoughts that have not crossed that threshold in years suddenly step across to reveal what I have left hidden or forgotten.

Forgotten? Hidden? Are they not both the same?

Hidden is purposeful.

Forgotten is not remembered, without purpose.

Or is that true? Perhaps without knowing I am lyin...