I am made of moments,

Of instances in time,

Not of big events,

That happened around me,

But of the small things,

The experiences I’ve had,

The times I’ve endured,

The moments I was in.

I am made of adjectives,

Of terrible and wonderful,

Not of nouns, not of things,

That makes up my physicality,

But of the words that define

The explaining words,

The describing words,

The words that have soul.

I am made of moments,

Of words spoken aloud,

Of silent thoughts,

Of times long gone,

Of days yet to come,

I am infinite.