I am

I am;

I am the place where I was born. I am the place where I grew up. I am the places I’ve visited, the places I’ve dreamt of. I am the place I wish to reach.

I am the books I read. I am the words I write. I am the songs I like, the music I find, the chords I strike, the strings I pick, the instrument I learn. I am the pictures I paint, the pictures I take, the plants I grow, the junk I collect.

I am the attention I crave. I am the attention I receive. I am the appreciation I deserve. I am the emotions I elicit. I am the emotions I feel. I am the tears I’ve wiped/stopped. I am the smiles I’ve laughed. I am my day dreams.

I am the people I know. I am the friends I’ve chosen. I am my parents. I am the people I look up to.

I am the responsibilities I take. I am the work I do. I am the choices I make. I am the circumstances I face.

I am……
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exhausted of thinking up anything else!