who are you?
after having lost yourself into so many characters within an endless amount of stories, who are...you? are you a concoction of those characters or are you...you?
perhaps you copied their laugh or perhaps you copied their walk. perhaps you are only you when you pretend they're right beside you.
but who are...you?
what makes you, you?
is you merely a concept? does it even exist?
perhaps there is no you, just a combination of all that your mind has absorbed.
perhaps, 'you' doesn't exist.
YOU ARE READING
𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒔
Poetry❛𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒅𝒅 ❜ just some random bursts of inspiration compiled into one place ✨