I am everything
and I am nothing.
I am endless.
I am desolation.
I smart and dumb.
I am sweet and a bitch.
I am happy and melancholic.
I am all these things and I am none of these things.
I’m a poet and a writer.
I’m both and neither.
I contradict myself a lot.
I’m being pulled in all directions and I don’t know where to go.
I don’t know how to identify myself.
I am the ocean, deep, steadfast, wild and fearless.
I am a feather, fragile, small, easy to crumble and hard to notice.
I’m adaptable but I hate change.
I’m an introvert but I like to be the centre of attention.
I’m outgoing but I want you to leave me alone.
I wanna be good and I wanna be bad.
I try to build myself up but I keep knocking myself down.
I hate myself but I wouldn’t wanna be anyone else.
I am the earth, with all her colours, curves, crooked paths, deep forests, endless beaches and narrow streets.
I am space, endless, overwhelming, feared and forever expanding.
I am everything. Growing, learning, adapting. Glowing, screaming, loving, hating. Scratching, kicking, hugging. Reading, running, dancing, acting.

I am nothing.

Nothing.