I've begun to want to be someone. Someone of a clear color, of a race, of a soil, of a whole - a part of something. But wouldn't that dissolve me. Do I need to be separated from everything to find who I am. My Identity. Me. But isn't there something that makes me. What would I be if were to be separated from that something?
Do I need to be lonely to meet myself. But what do I offer to the world when I'm isolated. What defines me.
My individuality, or my offerings to the world. Am I, my actions, or my silence. Am I, my accomplishments or my failures. Am I, what I'm to you, or how you are without me?
Do I need to be lonely to meet myself. But what do I offer to the world when I'm isolated. What defines me.
My individuality, or my offerings to the world. Am I, my actions, or my silence. Am I, my accomplishments or my failures. Am I, what I'm to you, or how you are without me?
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