Losts / Fashion Illustration

If you ask me now who I am,the only answer
would be my name, J L.For the rest,my love,
my hates down even to my deepest desires.I
can no longer say whether these emotions are
my own or stolen from those I once desperately
wished to be.On second thought,one emotion
remains my own,alone among the borrowed,
as pure as that faith from which I am still in flight.
Guilt.