What are you?
You are not a he or a she.
You aren't a hair color.
You aren't a height.
You aren't a weight.
You just...
Are.
You are those wild storms that rip up houses and thunder clashes with stings of lighting.
But you are also calm meadows; the songs of birds. The gentle laughter of lovers.
You are physical, sort of.
You aren't those petty things.
You are made of those cells created by the universe them self, and just now were you brought to life for your own purpose. To cast your shadow. To bring not what you can give to others, but you yourself.
The universe spent time directly on you.
You were forged from atoms and cells. The same pieces of stars's dying stardust. You are a perfect machine that can escape itself and CREATE. The universe gave its power to YOU.
You are mental. You think, believe, show, and hold your soul in your hands, even if it slips onto the pavement sometimes. Others can have you linger in their minds. You are brilliant.
You aren't just that machine I mentioned before.
You aren't just your physical form.
You are every song you've ever listened to.
You are every shade of every color you've witnessed.
You are every memory held in that chaotic and peaceful capsule you call a skull.
You are your favorite outfit.
You are your favorite smelling candle.
You don't fit into one category.
You know why?
Because you're human.
You can't just be.
You just...
Are.
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