Sun, 08/04/2019 - 02:38 -- Aegis

A Professor once asked me what made me myself-

and how much must I change to lose who I am.

When does my identity become something I never was,

when does my life dissipate because that’s who I was-

not who I am?

What makes me the human I am?

What makes me out to be me,

and what makes me become someone that is not?


a professor once asked me who i was, and what made me different that the rest of us

i wondered what answer could ever grace his question adequately

i shared a concept, an understanding, a thought

i expanded it to a vision, a moment of how i see

and it sufficed 


365 days

Imagine how much I used my eyes

What good did it do?


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