It sounds cliché

To say that I’m complicated.

To say that I am complex and that

It’s nearly impossible to describe myself

But it’s true.

 

Because

I am a firm believer

In the idea

That you are never truly yourself.

 

That,

Even when you are alone,

You are never

Your own

Pure soul.

That every breath you take

Is you

Inhaling part of someone else’s soul,

Inhaling a part of them

That will become

A tiny piece of you

And who “you” are.

 

I have a quote that I use

When people ask me what I believe.

“The most ordinary actions can have the most extraordinary consequences.”

Because it is true.

 

Think about moments in your life,

When you have simply existed

And you looked up

At a seemingly random moment

And you have seen someone

Doing something

Or you heard someone

Saying something

And it filled your mind

And it filled your heart

And lodged there

Until you couldn’t forget

What they said,

What they did.

 

That seemingly tiny,

Random happenstance

Became a part of you.

And part of that person

Soaked into your skin

And into your blood

And into your mind

And into your soul.

 

So,

When you ask me:

“Who are you?

Behind the closed doors,

Behind the filters.”

Please,

Realize that I am not me.

 

Not since the day I was born

Have I been

Purely me.

 

So.

Who am I?

I am everything,

And I am nothing.

I am everyone,

And I am no one.

I am the entire universe

Rolled into a tiny,

Miniscule,

Body.

 

 

I am every person that has ever influenced me.

I am every word of poetry that I have ever read.

I am every bit of every soul that I have ever encountered.

I am you.

I am me.

I am humanity.

And I,

Whoever that is,

Am beautiful.