Misconceptions

You view me through spectacles colored by your awareness, of your own existence. Your eyes white clouded cotton misconception by cataracts of past reference encounters. You try to perceive and challenge my reality. by your eyes remembrance default attributes you assign to me. You have vague blindness and form me into molds built within your mind. Shifting my character changing my aura. In all this misconception it is not the me you try to revive for the shade of hair color is different. Facial features are mine. I'm the default memory created with your mind. But you know you see me, but it is not me the one whom you search. You are blind and see not for the me you assume to try to resurrect is not the I am.