Jenga

Today I realized that I am more like a Jenga game than I ever wanted to believe.

I am that space inside defined by all the little pieces holding up the tower, the illusion of who I think I am.  A dark secret little space that no one thinks exists, fooled into thinking that the pieces surrounding me define me.

But when everyone starts pulling out the little sticks, one at a time, reality strikes.  Eventually the tower will collapse.  Then who will I be?