In this state I find myself by the red dotted coordinates upon the map of my life.

I see a dress and I think "That is me."

I hear the lyrics and of some song, I feel, and say "That is me."

I know her. I remember me. There is no losing; there is only recognition even when there are lengthy moments of study and consideration 

I remember and recover myself every bit such as one does to locate a lost file within the labyrinth of one's computer.

What the hell does it mean when people are "finding" themselves?

What the hell.

But, in this state, I re-arrange and redecorate  the items that are part and parcel my own Mind Palace.

I am locating the items that exist; I replace them in new configurations upon the map of me

I feel about and remember "That is me".

I restore. I recognize. I relocate and redecorate according to that which is me, 

and that which I shall become as I grow

 As I mature

There is no virtual me

This place inside, the place I feel when my consciousness drops down down into the heart, tells me who and where and what.

Even when I don't understand "Why?"  

When it too difficult to express, as many days are, I luxuriate in silence

because even that is me.

I know myself as I gently feel about, and delicately grasp hold in blindness.

There are many different methods of seeing: I've always known this.

 Often there is fear in this darkness where so much within my own Mind Palace has been damaged.

Those pieces, too, are me.

I put them together, all those puzzle pieces; I know the portrait upon the canvas because it is the likeness of my self

This is what we do.

With patience I 

Restore

Relocate

Redecorate

I must love the darkness and the light,

the reparable brokenness.

Believe and understand:there are elements inside that cannot break

Perhaps I am battered, bruised in places 

But I am UnBroken as well

Me, My Self, I cherish

Every piece is precious - there is no losing, 

 I only identify the coordinates upon the map

and I say,

"I know her. She is Me."