Life? Life.

I AM

This is for the time where I was finally sure what and who I really am----sort of.

I am a paradox. 

Sometimes sad; sometimes happy, 

Sometimes feeling both; sometimes empty.

I am a hurricane. 

Sometimes I bring chaos; sometimes I bring peace, 

Sometimes I claim territory; sometimes I aim to give piece by piece.

I am a paradox. 

Sometimes frowning; sometimes grinning, 

Sometimes nothing; sometimes everything.

I am a hurricane. 

Sometimes I need raindrops; sometimes I want sunlight, 

Sometimes I need wondrous lively coffee mornings; sometimes I want heavy lazy soundly nights.

I am a paradox. 

And I am a hurricane. 

I am the explanation to your question mark. 

I am the doubt to your reason.

I am a paradox. 

And I am a hurricane. 

I am both the losing and winning team within before-after-and all at once. 

I am both what you need and what you only use.

I am what you despise. 

I am what you crave. 

I am what you destroy. 

I am what you seek.

I am what I create. 

I am what I burn. 

I am what I love. 

I am what I throw away.

I am made of flaws and I am stitched of the good intentions. 

I am a paradox. I am a hurricane. And I am entirely human.