Brighter than I am

November 22, 2005

I change. I get older. I get wiser.

I am not absolute. I play dead. I am alive. I make a fool of you. I am angst. I am joy. I am brighter than yellow. I am fun.

I am love. I am the needle in a stack. I am the photo of your eyes. I am the sound of your mind. I am hatred. I am bad.

I am the sand beneath your toes. I am a meteor. I am the cigarette. I am what’s left of your loss. I am the prize you lost.

I am the sunset. I am the blue skies. I am the bicycle. I am the rush of blood in the head.

I am the tears. I am the dark corner. I am the white fluffy clouds. I am the strings. I am a song.

I am numbers. I am the calm waters. I am sin. I am the ice cream ontop of the cone. I am the silent fan.

I am the laughters. I am the raindrops. I am words. I am the tree-tops. I am alone.

I am what you think you thought but not entirely. I am late nights. I am wee hours. I am stupid.

I am standing next to you. I am lost. I am trying hard on simple things. I am bloated. I am high and low.

I am the beer. I am the feeling. I am the raindrops.

I am everything.

Now, you know me, tomorrow you don’t.