Another Blank Page (Who Am I?)

...Who knows?

Who am I?

I still don't know the answer to this.

I want to think I'm a wonderer wandering about.

I want to simply observe.

I want to collect colors.

And smiles.

And stories.

I want to see love bloom all around.

I want to see hands being held.

I want to see laughter being shared.

I want to see trees dance to music—I think I saw this yesterday!

Sir M. said I am a storyteller.

Hmmn. I wonder though. I like listening to stories more, I think?

But who knows?

I do know of a story—actually I know lots of stories!

But I think I have a favorite, for now.

It's about the girl named "Me".

She's awesome, and I'm blessed to be able to see her every single day.

I'm still not sure if I want to share "Me" with others though.

But I ended up sharing her to a certain "you".

It wasn't intended, but well... I guess stuff happens.

Well, "Me" is like a... What is she like?

Sometimes I think she's like a stardust, but she bleeds stardust.

Maybe she's a star? But she seems brighter than one.

Maybe the sun? But she's also like a new moon.

Like air. She's there, but she likes being hidden.

Sometimes I don't like her much.

Sometimes she wakes up so early in the morning when all is still asleep.

I don't know what she wants to do.

But she ends up sitting quietly in the dark, smiling to herself and all the things she sees and feel.

She's quite weird.

But she takes that word as a compliment.

I think she's also a little bit crazy.

But one of our friends said she's most likely not just a little bit. But all crazy.

Yet, she still takes that as a compliment.

I don't think I can ever get to understand "Me".

But it is fun to follow her around.

She sees and feels, even hears and smells, even tastes things that... I honestly don't know where it comes from!

She sees flower petals in the middle of streets.

She picks up feathers that appears out of nowhere.

She laughs... alone.

She's actually a little creepy sometimes, but don't let her know I said that.

She'll probably take that as a compliment as well.

To be honest, I don't know where she came from.

I don't know who came first, I or her.

I don't know where she starts nor I end.