who am i?

i am but sentiments ensnared in a pen; the feelings being tied in chains. yet here in these white pages i bind my spirit; lovingly, wistfully

i am a wave flowing where the ocean will take me, lapping up the rocks; drifting, drifting, i just let myself adrift into dreamless sleep

i am emotion, the joy and the pain. the good and the bad. my inner self screams from where i came. it comes from within me, deep deep down there

i am the truth, not easy for others to see and tell and understand and embrace

i am life; flawed and flawless, yet still a gift

i am death;

i am the morning; leaning on to aspirations. search me in the gentle swaying of the leaves

i am the night; astray. my living crystal bound to be forgotten and denied falling on to the glimpses of my memories thinking and loving alone

i am what I crave, my wants, hopes and dreams clings to me.

i am love; pleasant, the best part in my soul.

i am human and never will get tired to be. my mind is just a process which will come to an end one day.

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copyright bv june52007