I am my mothers sadness just as I am my fathers rage. I am my bruised skin and anxious thoughts that strip me off my sleep.
I am every place I ever visited, every person I ever held. I am all the kisses I exchanged with this awful world and all the scars I got from holding it too tight. I am all the friendships I have and all the ones from my past. Every moment I experienced lives in my bones. My veins are flooded with all those old ghosts, echoing
I am,
I am,
I am.
I am more to some and less to others as I'm learning to be something to myself.
