I've always wondered what it was like to just be. To have no place that I'm going and no worries about where I've been. I've always wondered, what it was like to just run. Run far, far away and never look back, To run so very far and the only thing that would follow me was the dust on the road and the bags on my back. The road never has to end if you just keep driving, the theatre light never have to die. I feel like people just don't understand. They don't understand that it's so, so hard to breathe when you have no idea who you are, where you're going or who you're meant to be. I've never been someone who could settle for faith. I can't believe in something that I don't know, something that I can't understand. But I've always been someone who needs something to believe in because without that, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the mornings. So now I am faced again with the question of who am I? In a society of societal outcasts I find that hard to answer because I am not my gender, nor am I my face or my skin color and I definitely am not who I wish I was. But I think I have realised who I really am. I am the youth, I am the basement kid, I am the sanity of insanity, I am the one who fits in with the kids who don't fit, I am the voice inside my head and I am the one who learns to sit without seats and walk without feet.
That being said, who are you?
