Oblivion
I am…
the smell of freshly brewed coffee
the calm felt standing in front of the ocean
the warmth of a fire on a crisp autumn night
the crunch of leaves in October
the taste of homemade hot chocolate
I am not…
my failures
my shortcomings
my depression
just a person
I AM…
The friends that I have
The music I love
Infinite
Oblivion
Moving mountains
Capable of great things
I AM ME.
This poem is about:
Me