Hello, my name is not yet known, by myself or by anyone I am around. My name has changed through the years and with every name goes a different person. I am trying to find my true name, as we all are. I go through different names and different people like hair colors, like the leaves on the trees, like a hermit crab going through shells, it won't end anytime soon, it may never end. My name will be constantly changing, eventually the changes will slow, but until I can find a solid name and person, my name will be unknown. We are all trying to find our name and our place, we are trying to find who we are inside. Some people figure out their names early on, some stay a Brian or a Jessica for years until they are ready for change, some rare people stay a Jeff or a Samantha for their lifetime. Those are the ones you can not trust, the ones who refuse to change no matter what, the ones who keep the same name, the same face. They are a comfort for a while because we crave normalcy, but as you change and they stay the same they will become more upset that you are not staying the same with them, they will scream and cry about how they don't know you anymore, but the truth is you can grow and change with people, you can change names with them your stories can become interwoven with each-other, it just takes effort, because we are all constantly trying to find the right name, the right person to be. My name is not yet known by anyone because I know no names. As soon as we can learn to change with a person and their ever changing name, we can start to be known ourselves.
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Simple and stupid things from a stupid and simple person
PoesíaSome shitty poems that I write i guess
