kissy007

About me? This is no longer a question of substance or composition; this is a question of the soul. Who we are cannot be found in the past nor the future, because both are intangible and indefinate. We are open to the interpretation of the universe, so be prepared to be judged accordingly. We define ourselves by the smallest of small- from the china pattern you choose to the way your hair looks in the morning, from your religion to your breakfast cereal, you're screaming who you are, telling the world that I am porcelain with blue-ink etching, mussed slightly from tossing in my sleep, an objectivist who doesn't believe in organized religion, and always at war between cinnamon oatmeal and frosted mini wheats. I am the infinite sum of my parts and feel accordingly, I am poetic words from a pair of awkward lips, I am chaos and creation and destruction and I should have just kept my mouth shut for all that time. I am yours and yours alone I am clean and newly whole, I was born in the past, I have lived in the present, and I belong to something greater than a quiet awakening and philosophical conversations at 3 in the morning. I am the stuff of long-dead stars, and so are you