I am not one, but all.

I am not this, nor that, but everything.

Years have passed and the tone in my voice has changed, yet the melody is still sweet.

I’ve lived and I’ve learned.

Mistakes have been made, but lessons have been learned.

I try to think of a word to define, but none comes to mind fore I am the sum off all the experiences I have beheld.

I am my successes.

I am my failures.

I am the collection of every circumstance I have confronted.

I am my goals.

I am the melody in which I speak.

Hardship, yearning, lust, betrayal, dishonesty, love, hopefulness,  the list extends far beyond my train of thought; the results have morphed my soul into who I am today, yet not one word can describe my true self.