The impression you hold closely.

Perceptions change. Catalysts are those who push us to evolve, grow, and mature. Some say they are heroes, and some say they are villains. We all have a catalyst.

Define the catalyst in your soul. The life changer, the life transformer, the evolution begins with one simple action. Every action has a positive and negative impact on someone who stands before your eyes.

I’m the Hero and the Villain. One in the same. Define me, write me a script. I will rehearse the lines. I will imitate the desires of your heart.

Perhaps you are the catalyst in my experience. Tell me how the shadows fall behind me. The subconscious speaks out loud. The photographs you capture, the self-reflection, the angle, the inspection. Inspect the footprints I’ve left behind. Shadows give themselves away. What you hate about me, is inside of you.

Compare notes. Focus on the self. Self-imposed reflections, what do you see. Still, you can never me. I can never be you.

Perceptions are defined by the emotional triggers inside of you. Do I remind you of your father, mother, sister, brother, friend, daughter or son? I’m the Villain in your past. I pay the price. My imperfections reflect their imperfections. I know you disapprove of me. I know I will never measure up to your expectations.

Sorry to disappoint you, I can never live up to a ghost. A ghost in the past you hang on to every day, month, and year. The catalyst you used to be, was lost on a sunny day long ago. Shadowy days left blemishes on your skin.

Change comes down with the pouring rain. Thunderstorms transform your life. Catalysts collide all the time. Collisions leave a huge pothole in the road. There you stand still today, in the pouring rain. Sit back in a recliner, laugh at a few jokes. Light is the friendly banter.

Passing by one another, it’s a signature of words once spoken. Words are powerful in the sense you can be straight forward, honest, and still a catalyst penalized for honesty. Funny the world is desperate for fiction. A great story brings comic relief.

Telling the truth still appears to be a mistake. Perceptions are based on the belief you hold. Truth or fiction, there is no mistake. Purposely, you say and act out the part for me to grow out loud. I’m a catalyst regardless of what I do or say.

It isn’t really about me. I’m the one you project your wounds on hoping to find retribution for a past catalysts mistake. I let go of your projections of hatred, bitterness, anger, jealousy, and rage. It’s beyond my control how you react or respond.

Action is the choice you make. The desperate plea of fate. Still, I stand before you. I may or may not be worthy in your sight. Why banter with a reflection that believes you’ve scored. Love me or hate me, I’ll still breathe without you.

Somedays it’s amazing. My existence bothers you. I don’t have to do anything or say anything, still, you will feel wounded for something I will never do to you. Untouched, you still create hostility, vulgar complaints, get bent out of shape. Perhaps, you are the shadow and I’m the light shining brightly next to you.