I am.

I am grateful.

I am elusive.

I am tenacious.

I am magnetic.

I am ethereal.

I am outrageous.

I am unabashful.

I am torpid.

I am trapped in my own mind. A wondrous labyrinth of ill conceived aspirations, slowly leading down an abyss of despair. The walls keep closing in. I feel the desire to brute force my way through troughs of absolute disgust, and make peace with the mess that is to come.

Yet… I’ll still be me.

Still the glimmer in another’s eyes.

The wistful smile amongst a sea of people.

The same misunderstood person who finds solace in isolation, because no one has truly seen me the way I see myself.