Who I am is unclear, for I am a process, the creaton of mysel in my image.
Matmatically, I do no exist by such definiton. By words, I am "unclear or not defined"
In the midst of living an exsistence of uncertainity and not truly knowng who I am, I can become lost or
uncertan, and stray and latch on to things just so I can feel the sense of meaning and belonging we all
wish to feel, even though such things are not truly me. But who is to say what is me, I have no
I could wonder the nothingness of my being but a brightness that shines on my nothingness, that with
no definition I can be anything. With the matter of choice, I can choose to be great, I can create who I
am into to who I want to be. I can rise through the ranks, and be anything I want and conquer all
obstacles that are in my way. Nothing can be too good because I can define myself to be greaterv
I may not be there now, but I choose to aspire to be great.A journey from uncertainity to sky.
However, for now, I am undefined where by definition anythings possible.