I think, therefore I am. Rene Descartes -

Philosopher and one of my first role models.

Mathematician and motivator.

I think, but I wonder if I truly am.

You see, I don’t fit into any of your little boxes.

“because they’re all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.”

In the mirror

In a camera lens

In my school’s eyes

I’m just another student

I read

I study

I love to watch TV shows

I am.

But I’m not.

I can’t find labels for who and what I am

Other than those I have chosen

Mathematician

Linguist.

I’m nothing else. I’m everything else.

My words are nothing else.

I speak and yet don’t.

I think, but have I.

I am, I am not.

I learn quickly, but I don’t learn

How to interact

How to stand up for what I think is right

How to look into myself.

My words feel false

Even now

I try to express Things

Which cannot be thought

Understood

Verbalized.

I know one Thing. Always

I love my family.

My family isn’t just

My Family. I have ‘siblings’

‘Cousins’ ‘Parents’ ‘Grandparents’

And best friends. But

They still only know

The façade.

I question Rene still.

How does Thought

Make me Be

Exist

Love.

Billions and trillions of atoms

 – Greek, Indivisible –

Make up my body

This thing my mind

Resides in.

Had I two brains, would I Be

The same as Rene perhaps?

I reflect.

I ponder.

I’m asleep once more.

Once more, I am.