That is a question I have been struggling with for years.
But hello, it's me, and that's what I am. I am me.
I am sunshine.
But I am also the black clouds hovering above you.
I am the calm before the storm.
But I am also the storm.
I am the fire you've chosen not to extinguish.
But I am also the water that puts myself out.
I am a burning building.
But I am also the manor on the hill.
I am a masterpiece.
But I am also the food after it is disposed of.
I have been chewed up and spit out.
But I have also been indulged upon, craved even.
I am a best selling novel.
But my pages have also been ripped out.
I am beautiful.
But I am also a creature you'd find disgusting.
I am me.
And sometimes that is too much.
But never for me.
