who are you, really?
you are not a name or a height. or a weight or a gender.
you are not an age and you are not where you are
from.
you are your favorite books and the
songs stuck in your head.
you are your thoughts and what you
eat
for breakfast on a saturday mornings.
you are a thousand things but
everyone chooses
to see the million things you are not.
you are not where you are from.
you are where
you're going, and i'd like to go there
too.
m.k.