Who are you, really?
You are not a name
or a height,
or a weight,
or a gender.
You are not an age and you are not where you are from.
You are your favorite books,
and the songs stuck in your head.
You are your thoughts and what you eat for breakfast on Saturday mornings.
You are a thousand things, but everyone chooses to see the million things you are not.
You are not where you are from;
you are where you're going.
YOU ARE READING
2015.
Rastgele"she wasn't bitter. she was sad, though. but it was a hopeful kind of sad. the kind of sad that just takes time."
