99. Solitude

Who am I?

A self-betraying prince obsessed with the shape of an Ampersand.

Who am I?

The entrepreneur who never embarks on a journey without a mask to hide behind.

Who am I?

If I die, rather than curling up and whithering I simply pick out a new persona to wear.

Who am I?

I roam from the blackest depression to heaven on earth in the blink of an eye.

Who am I?

Those who lay eyes on me all of a sudden take a step back.

Who am I?

I get called out for what I wear.

Who am I?

I live for the sake of love and love alone.

Who am I?

Creation is my solace.

Who am I?

Neither innocent nor irredeemable.

Who am I?

Many find my ways corrupting for the future.

Who am I?

I prefer not to plan but to fly without the advent of a net beneath me.

Who am I?

I know not what to believe, to stop and listen to.

Who am I?

I am the doppleganger of those who accept me into their lives.

Who am I?

I am a living breathing platitude.

Who am I?

I am purple prose embodied.
A shell of ice hiding a lost & lonely soul.
A music box with a different tune every ten minutes.
A bitch who plays piano.
A cancerous bandicoot.
An author.
A creator.
A hack.
A god upon earth.

Who am I?

A hypocrite, for I am the one who has spent so much time & effort into looking and being like everyone else that the only choice left is to be ME.

Who am I?

I am your worst nightmare.

Who am I?

I am just a voice. A voice heard by all that no one pays attention to.

Who am I?

Whatever I am, I am coming into my own.

Drunk on the elixir of life.

Dead in the ground from the state of affairs.

I get physically sick to my stomach when I think of how tasteless the world has become.

I think of things in the early morning while I overdose my coffee addiction.

I drink heavy cream mixed with a little milk because I know it's not a good thing to do.

I swear I will buy myself whole milk when I live by myself.

I dream of the day I will no longer live alone.

My biggest dream is to visit the near-by souls that live so far away.

Somedays I don't feel like myself.

Somedays I can't stop talking about what happened to me.

I have the worst telephone manners of anyone you will ever meet.

I am far, FAR behind on so many things.

I neglect what I should pay attention to.

Somedays I feel like a cat. Others, a rabbit.

I was born in the Year of the Dog.

I live to entertain. To make you happy.

My beliefs lie in the realms of fiction, not reality.

I have too many friends to keep track of.

I control my very own army.

Somedays I don't know how to speak.

A lot of days I don't know how to speak.

My friends often imitate me after I speak.

Why do I speak?

Somedays I'd rather not speak.

I understand proclamations like this are useless & will be forgotten.

Today I pray this serves as an explanation for what I do, in stead of an excuse

For the first time in my life

I know who I am.

So.




Who am I?

By next moon we shall all change again.