I am identity
Written on a printed sheet
Just a little softer in the lines
I’m the colours I’ve planted in my recollection,
When I stared confidentially at the sky
When I let my self comply by superficial comments

Just to feel...something

I am the habitual fortune I never requested
I am my pursuit for the unflawed signification
A mixture of perfection and conflict
And I am life
Life in its crystallized message
With everything that lies between
Combined with death’s empowered farewell,
I am the frustration it creates
I’m the irony I endure
I am the tendency
I`m here

Therese Herheim 05