Am I human? My body doesn't define me. Who am I? Am I myself? Or am I trying to be someone else? Subconsciously I've always done things differently. I'm not sure what I feel. Whatever I say, they'll pull at my skin and eat away my flesh until I'm nothing but a mere skeleton. If I say anything they'll jump in fear of something they can't comprehend. They can't wrap their minds around different ideas. Each idea is a color, but they can only see black and white. Who am I? Am I person? Or am I just part of the breeze flowing in and out with the wind. Maybe I'm the ocean, flowing rhythmically to the sound of my heart. Maybe I'm a bird flying over mountains, taking in the view. I want to find myself. But where do I look? Maybe I can find myself in the voices that haunt me at night. Maybe I'm in the forest, waiting for a clear in the woods. Maybe I'm in a cave waiting to see light. I've been chasing myself only to discover that I'm miles behind. I might catch up, I may never. At the end of the day, I am not me, I am my soul. I am a physical embodiment of the sun. Waiting for morning to come. I'm waiting to wake up to find myself someday. Our existence runs away from us, and leaves us behind. What exactly is living? We could all be dust waiting to disintegrate in the cold breeze that created us in the first place. We are spinning around with this earth each day only to discover pain and dissatisfaction because of the rotation. The same rotation that keeps us alive and breathing, but what if it stopped? What if the world stopped spinning, and we broke into the universe carrying away as flames burning into a different dimension. Leaving behind existence as we know it. So, who am I? I am nothing but a thought in a mind of a person, who is lost. But slowly, that person will piece together the puzzle called life until all the pieces are complete. Until then, I am the sky, I change each day. I'm not always sunny, but not always rainy. Maybe someday a thunderstorm will come and spark up something in my mind. Until that day, I will continue to change with the wind. I'll come and go as I need to.
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