The taste of you fades,
like the last hint of flavour in a vape
An energy between us-
though the battery has died
A beeping light in the dark, I'd seen
a blink of you before I shut my eyes away
A time to say goodbye, but it wasn't a good bye;
crashing into your skin-
I accidently fell in love with such a crush,
pulling, pulling, pulling me in once more
A love sickening addiction,
oh darling, I'm still in need a few last puffs

There's a life of a show, not on the road
where you always know where to go
Crying rivers in your eyes, but you still
have to catch another day, of life's chaotic flow
Told to act right, but you don't know your role,
trying to fit in everyone's shoes; that stained yourself
and scuffed up your soul

Driven into destiny's twine, you try and try,
caught in the ties of a victorious lie
A glorious ugly sight, pinned into you mind,
as you stuck needles in your eyes
As I've seen a buttoning of a sea; fasten into a chest
and drifting away, as you took that dive- trying to survive

And in the night; the stars called me softly,
under a yellow moon, in my highs of emotions all so lofty
In a perfect silence I hear so loudly; choking in the mornings
rushing to me, as when you first drink is bitter cup of coffee
In the shadows of my alarm in these lucid dreams,
the ghosts of those incomplete stories, start to haunt me

Always so antsy; I just keep on searching for answers,
chasing circles inside a box, and counting on my chances
With all of my advances, I'll still slave away my time to
what I always must do- but never to call these despairs
my masters

I'm just a frame of reality,
painted by the harsh brush strokes of life,

Black and white;
the grey areas are just the many things
I don't know- or try to paint over with just my words

                                         I'm just a poem!

Willow branches,
a basket case kind of person with messy hair
Feelings gone in the wind,
by the time we're clearing it out, and masking
up, whenever there's a hint of love in the air,

But you still don't have a clue,
rhymes, rhythm, and riddles; usually the questions dancing
around, to feel the same- but not a correspondence of the two
You and I, trying to see a poor connection,
while ringing up the reasons on different area codes
and on disconnected Wi-Fi. What's there for us to do,

When you smile so crooked, on the straight and narrow,
speaking so loosely of yourself, and being walked
over by people with loose shoe laces- they're just a blunt arrow
You know the type; that never really get a point,
but would score any chance of making you their girl
To try and fit the two; love and trust. But they're just
blowing smoke in the wind, of a social joint,

Still I've know many trying to gain love with a cheque,
ticking all of the right boxes just to do it
And I heard one of them bought you shoes
with that fake Nike check,

So nowadays, you just give people that sour face,
pulled as a fool, that you choose to pull your face
And any sweet nothing, has a bitter taste in the end,
a misleading ***** intention, and you're now this
bitter ugly mess.

Our lives are made by the corner;
there's a few ballsy ones with ***** intentions
And I tell all of those kids to wipe the dust
off their nuts, and stop doing too much

The horses aren't any stable,
as with good wood;-
but he ran out of trojans

All the set remainders; the remains
of ourselves left on our skins
Nothing was in vein, being under your skin,
and these less than said words, then after
Caught in the wings of butterflies in our stomachs;
as I was tickled by the beauty of it, filled with laughter

I feel out of time, out of my mind
with you out of my sight
In the glimpse of so many hers, how I'm
pointlessly looking for pieces of you in such a plight
As I remember all of the times, I was stuck in your eyes,
to the rise of that ******; I had nothing to say
But my breathless gaze spoke in bold, and you gentle
hand resting on my chest was a simple enough reply

Tucked away in an embracing, your bracing touch
wrapped around my heart- I kissed your shoulder;
To ease the weight you had to carry of my insecurity,
purely out of a form, of me not wanting to conform

Why your ******* were hard before
towards such a softie like me,
Aroused my curiosity, in it's mischievous means;
and a hug where I misheard your wish after you bit me ear
I found it the only excuse to hold onto a past behind,
grabbing onto your rear- a tight squeeze!

My pants felt tightened inch by inch growing
and stuck to the fabric of my Levy jeans
A stain I know I'd be cleaning for days,
by all means; I meant not distract you by this
quick response in my genes-

I haven't been touched the same,
but being felt by others who I barely get to recall a name
To put a face to all of the kisses I have left to give,
I can't face the truth of imagining your taste on their lips
Cold kisses of a Lip ice kind of kiss, still not the same as
yours, but I still often wish

                                      ...sigh, I won't even end this
                                        as it reminds me of how everything ends.

To play in the keys
                 of love; a scale
                               that flows up
                                                   and d
                                                           o
                                                           w
                                                           n

She was a chorus to me, so catchy to the ear,
                                   but of course grew so annoying
Played so often, that I often felt it was out of key

                                     Flat; as a bare chested experience
                                                      ­ having a heart trapped in a cage
Beating away all the many breaths,
       wasted on uttering those wicked words in
such a cliché beautiful phrase,

                                           "I love you you"

           As so easy to say, what words a mouth can form
            ironically is the mouth so too to perform,

An act so alike to a scripted literature play,
to an audience, a perfect scene, unseen by the curtains fall
                   The applauds drumming over the despairs;
                                         but to these despairs going unheard


            We are all like cattle in a herd, drove to insanity
       to instantly say those wicked words in
such a cliché beautiful phrase,


                                   "I love you you"
                                       "I love you you"
                                                     "I love you you!"
                
                                                                ­                            ...but why?

I've seen a colourful world,
in her tie dye eyes

Around someone's neck; holding onto her,
my hand being like a neck tie

Her ears were full of bullets,
of so many shoot your shot pickup lines

Only kissing a few; but some wet kisses
are just lips licked so well, to lubricate their lies

As we've all wanted to say we've been in love- once,
even if we loved someone for only a time

From the trenches of our many past hurts,
digging into each's heart, to say they were once mine

To the friendly hugs with foes, we try to forgive,
seeing all those we've loved before; giving a public smile

Many times sending out advances; not always delivered,
learning that the quiet ones attract a lot of attention- a high profile

In this curious scent of love always in the air,
I wonder if we still feel like floating aimlessly in the meanwhile

    I mean,

I've seen so much before, heard it all, felt the after of a fall
said so much I can't recall, and it all stank like a stinkball

                                         ...when I was in love five years ago.

"It's not much,
but it's the heart I gave to you with my love"

As the chandelier hanging in my chest,
is a decorative display of bravery
And I hope none of my fears swing on it,
making everything fall down to the ground

In the backhand of a cigarette,
every smoke rising is another regret
Getting lost in screaming screens on the internet,
trying to find yourself in the comments of a thread
Flightless birds on a twitter thread; sorry an X,
exactly how I feel; crossed out from another trend
I must of been late, stuck in the holes of my head;- a hairnet,
as all I really need for myself, is a forced reset

**** dreams-
oh the naked eyes of desire;
as passion burns my inners with her fire

Was it your red lips,
that scarred me in marking bites after a kiss
Dancing tongues in a chorus sung by longing flesh,
and a searching location to address the need for
me, to rip you out of that nightdress

Slowly I caress, with running fingers on your skin,
chasing after your awaited breath; not rushing to go in
But with ease, easily as the words I say to express love,
it impresses my hunger for you by the tip of a tongue

      I must apologize now,
        as hard as it is now; I may get a little rough!

I would die,
dinning on you
Running up the stairs to a reach,
as even after death- I'll still hold onto you

I've seen the glass of your eyes,
as the glow brightly of a reflecting despair,
Desires of a searching heart; still unfound
as we've gone a couple rounds
To a cost of pleasure, divided in equal parts;
we are the amount of a harmonic ****** found
Seeking multiplication; hopefully not by mistake,
and parasites at the most, feeding on each other's side
longing to kiss your face, and losing my tongue in that
secret place

To make the sweetest of love- a wright,
a maker ironically who messes up your make up,
So wrong of me in such a feeling that feels so right,
a cloud of the night, who covers your eyes to the atmosphere,
Whether we weather this together, it isn't a goal of mine,
to get you to any point of dryness
And with all these kisses made of wine; red lips of passion,
with all of the kisses that don't taste less of the finest

Our silhouettes will be animations of our character,
climbing into bed lastly; as the final step of foreplay's ladder
I'm a little old fashioned, wearing myself down,
and wrinkling time with the intentions of leaving lines on your
body matter

No matter;
we'd play prior movie scenes with a little more action,
holding onto a moment in a body's lens- let's capture
The best parts of ourselves, for the best never lasts too long,
so we'd try to get the catchy parts to reminisce on its chorus
Like every popular and trending love song,
but I'm spending too much time on my own words
Especially for someone who has been waiting for so long,
so we'd best play into our desires like playing that song,
                            "baby, let's get it on"

Once upon a time a kiss,
in a land of feelings, and desire
Lived what we thought was the perfect kiss,

Our very first words, of tasting one other,
and a journey of potential love;
finding our likes and dislikes, we soon came to discover

Cinderella kisses- at a time you and I had a ball,
waking up from such a lucid dream, as kids
And being so innocent and pure as a Snow white,
still skipping stones along a stream of our dreams

Never telling our parents of this young relationship we had,
and of all those secret places you and I had kissed- our neverland
As I was losing my fingers in all of the curls of your hair;
I climbed the towers of kissing up your neck with steady kisses;
to impress myself on my Rapunzel of no other compare

As I imagined you, pricked by my passion;
a sweet endless dream of beauty, with my resting head
on your bare chest; you were always such a Sleeping beauty
Sleeping in all of our cuddles, I was waiting patiently
to wake up another morning with you

Even to this day, I wonder if we could have ended our story
with a happily ever after final kiss
Sigh, it was all a fairytale,
just made to help me reminisce

                  ...the end.

Find ourselves in these silver tears,
emeralds, and pearls, and precious jewels
like myrrh scented roses, we rose
to the occasion of these unlikely applauds,
celebrating awards, to celebrate our flaws,

'Roses in the dark; seeds buried in the dirt,
one day to rise and kiss the sun'
that first kissed us when we were just so young
and as I was once young as a gun,
a plant shoot, stemming from the soil,

Bare from birth, and leaving as a bare soul in the end
you may find me in this world, but not of it,
in a moment of winter, but it's winter for a moment
as it is destined for me to grow- tis my purpose!

"Hey me, how you doing,"

hey future me, I'm feeling clueless,
using less of my time, and feeling a bit useless

"Well, I wish I could tell you that it all gets better,
But even in the successes you and I will have
You're still stuck on hoping you've done enough"

that kind of *****, cos yesterday I was just telling our
past self, we still haven't done enough
and I'm feeling really down, but always trying to keep up
in playing this bluff

"Really life is just a constant game of us playing cards,
My advice to you; put down the cards, and learn to play chess"

sorry, that statement doesn't make any sense,
and above all, it probably went over my head

"Life is about making the right moves,
Lining your goals, and trying to think way ahead"

highly unlikely; let's not pretend

"Hence the word, trying;
You won't get it right all of the time.
But all of the time we have, is another reason to just try,
And every mistake is a lesson we can't ignore or never mind
For the never in our mind, is the reason to all of our insights
being so blind"

can you show me these lessons,

"No, because they wouldn't be the lessons
You'd hold onto, without any of the experience
As the best teacher is experience; still the hardest teacher,
But she'd treasure a good listener, and treat you so precious
My lessons to share, would be to stay brave, stay who you are,
And speak all of your truths of what has hurt/made who you are,
As all of those daily confessions

hey future self,

"Yes"

you really ****, because you always have to be so right,

"And me being right,
Is to show how to be right with our life"

                             sigh!

Let me imprint my love with my tongue,
speaking all of the words you've never heard before
And as one who has always experienced writer's block;
it's probably good of me to just go down town
But the streets are always unsafe, especially as a first,
a first for me, of saying less, but still doing more actions with
a mouth,

Knowing myself, I could start preparing before in a month,
as I know it all couldn't amount to much
Making a two plan meal out of you; always skipping brunch,
and would you come- to a place I should take you to
Or does it take a few more seconds of a numbing jawline,
to make you in the end feel so really good,

I never could, prove all my experience,
cos experience isn't all I have, at hand
So please don't get mad, if you find me looking up
to read your lips of what you feel at your lower lips;-
                                                   please do understand!

And would you accept me, feeling a bit down under
to go a little down under
Playing a little too much repetition, with a mouth stutter;
this person who is a newcomer, hoping you're a quick comer
Calling me out when I start feeling lost;
hoping by any chance I do have the right number,
And not to get too distracted by a hard wood, of my pants lumber,

                                                Let's see how this goes...

A pen:

a brush that paints a shadow of my past,
a guide of stories to lead into a future's path,
a maddening chorus of songs; all that play in parts,
an echo that shouts the silence of my heart,
a remainder of me working on myself to be a work of art

But I'm still somewhat unfulfilled;
knowing that there's more of me to write
To write of people, this world, and life
as I write better than a day before- I'm still unskilled
Always in this constant unending plight
cursed by words playing in my mind and a drive
And as soon as I've died; you'd remember me as being skilled

Falling quietly into your arms,
still the loudest echo of falling love
Swept of the ground;
as closely to my steady feet, I can't brush off feelings
Or find a reason not place volumes of my pride,
announcing who you are to me
But I often feel as a selfish sinner to say,
"you should belong to me"
And I am like a mirror in your room,
reflecting on your beauty, as the first to see it in the morning,

To be a night-gown that covers you in warmth and comfort,
a resting pillow to the dreams still twined in your hair
And you being a thought resting on my head, of a brain chair;
feeling rude to stare, as you climb into my eye's sight
of your beauty step by step, of your glorious stairs,

Despite you not seeing me, above all those others chasing,
their desires of power they wish they could own, to own you
To enthrone you; those who once sat on their own thrones,
they have polished themselves, for you to sit on top of their heads
I doubt you care; as like a child with someone else to worry
responsibly for their younger's responsibilities,

Still would you ever consider to indulge in me,
with the dews of my eyes and sheering shy smile
I do try and try, till my tired is tired of being tired,
and my spark dies out for the night- lit again by seeing
you another day, and I continue on being fired,

But in the eyes of a looker-on, I'm fried;
spared no sympathy for showing such a simp in me
In the pits of my emotions, falling deeper and deeper,
and I pray in the end that someone would pity me.

What if I finally came to all of the places,
to feel eventually complacent
In between seeing a lackluster example
of what it takes to lack love;
Would I be lacking in the appeals
of peeling pieces of my skin to this former apple of an Eve,
The apple of my eye, bitten by the marks of the
world' dogs; with an echo to their every bark?

But what man isn't referred to a dog,
with just another territory to mark
As we're ******* by those trying to be just a man;
with mannerisms of an ill-mannered upbringing,
Did you at least question their gestures with a little reasoning?

We are littered by the stains of this society;
as the illiterate, misread by a literature written
by history's cruelty in a castration anxiety
Even to those cut from the same cloth,
how much have we lost for the cost of just playing another's part?

I'm in part, lost in the standards of this world,
that would cancel my tongue for speaking something so bold
As I've lost the voice in my lungs, and the hairs of my chest;
to honestly have the heart of bravery; as it now appears to be bald

And I would make the fortunes for these misfortuned,
fortunately for the lookers-on, it makes me an abstract portrait
So I'll just portray what I know best from my many teachings,
reasoning, understanding, valuing, and treasuring
To relate to those I have no relations to, to find their meanings


       In politeness,
          I am not one to share any other man's likeness
            Still to rather seek peace in chaos of all this society
               To not find myself caught in between this culture violence

Shooting my shoot for target practice;
hoping not to miss trying to find a Miss
And in a distance, it feels as if my mind
for searching for love,  is quite so distant

Distilling my thoughts from the mix of
anxiety, impatience, insecurity, rage and all yesterdays

As for today,
marks the date of an anniversary of my very last date
And I can't say it went so great, but it was good
to know it happened in the first place

In the words of, "nice guys finish last"
it was impressive of a nice guy to make
a dying relationship consistent, and making it last
Though I had to mix it a little bit with some lust;
and to be presently distilling that brain
with memories of ***** thoughts, messing up my head

And I'll think ahead to seem a little more ahead,
maybe fall in love with a person as a friend
But still as friends; we seem not to how to express
our hidden emotions when we dim ourselves as "just friends"

A good kiss to fog up my glasses,
seeing the mist of an exhale before
she steals another piece of my breath

Inhale- we're like those we know for
passing smoke; kissing for far, far too long

I hope this time, I don't eventually choke;
as I always do, afterwards choking on my words
I guess that's me being lost for words- again

And maybe we started off with innocent kisses,
still as friends; a little tipsy on ecstasy
In this euphoric substance,
And I hope by tomorrow it doesn't turn us into enemies

Thanks for letting me into your heart
through your eyes, as those doors were wide open
Perhaps I couldn't kiss you with the best of focus'
still at least I kissed you with my best emotions

Feels as if I'll keep repeating those lines;
and as soon as you leave, it's the most boring of times
knowing you're not by my side

               sigh never mind!

I'll just sit waiting patiently for your reply.

I had this piece come to me in a dream without a beginning,
but only with an end to record...

What's love: about keeping your word,
but not always knowing how it goes

What's love: as a purest scent by the intentions you
could smell, that not everyone knows

What's love: but a game; of sometimes being
an emotional sport

What's love: to a friend, as only a light promise to them;
while an enemy's revenge, is always kept by their word

And what's love meant to be, and how is it supposed to
be shown, if it just always remains a word?
  

                   ...I guess I'll never know.

Funny how sleep and I are like
a weak handshake;
As we both can't get a grip
of what should be important to us...

Your heart in my hand,
just for some love to hold onto
Buying into so many dreams before,
something I could never amount to
Feelings that are read in the shades of red;
are all the wonderful stories I heard about you
How do I feel so endlessly lost for words,
now that I found you-
The simple answer:

           "I love you"

Do you still book yourself
to spell the words of your love'
Often read in the wrong body language;
making scribbles on your skin- to mark out
other people's marks, marking you as their own?

Do you still dream about that pretty rose,
sitting in a water bottle in the sun
Trying to brighten up your skin, and learning
to be like a flower; not so scared to open up?

Do you still feel nostalgic when you kiss
all of those nights away;
As you always miss the goodnight kisses
that your lover rested on your head?

And you cry and cry, every single night
with an ocean inside of your eyes
Drowning yourself inside the guilt,
in a guild, of all those people you had once loved
Similar interests of a man's endless pursuits,
they only seen a pretty face, but could never see Y.O.U

A life in a mirror; so many things you
wish you could control
Of how far that it seems; if life was a mirror
could we have the ability to control all the reflections'
that we see?

So many lonely moments; as when the winds are blowing'
Just to capture a moment,  longing to see you again in focus
Dancing around corners, hoping you still miss me even
when I'm around

Cos I already miss me, knowing later on you have to be gone
Leaving empty songs in a guitar case;' chords I've played in
keys to unlock your heart

But I must have forget; to tie myself down, still thoughts of you
Walk all over on my mind; constantly in and out
all before I could even tie the knot

And am I love; yes indeed- by all of these stories in my head
Still searching for a love not yet found

                          Searching, searching, still searching...

I left all of my dreams in the fabric;'
   all those sweet nothings for you to wear
Over-sized, baggy, and hanging-
   a perfect outfit with no underwear

My intent grabbed by your attention;
   an affection; blush of cheeks, the taste of lips/
       our escape under the sheets

We're each other's stain'
    can't be removed off each other
     tattoos to one another'
   stuck to each other's skins by every lasting mark

      Stealing my heart,
        just like you stole our pink hoodie

Early hours into the morning'
a slow scenic drive into the horizon
Not of the sun falling down, but by the
first light of new day rising
And all the few hours before,
was just of us partying, and tearing it up in the club
An all-nighter; all of the good highs of a good night,
never given the chance to say goodnight!

As we're all a full package sight'
with all of these bags under our eyes
Switching clothes before we had to go,
we're now switching up, to stay awake with a can of Switch
A couple licks of reminders, and bites of time,
are all of leftover tastes still stuck on my teeth

How to summarise the night before'
a few simple words;

            "A crazy rush"

No underwear
so unaware, of what you prefer
to not actually wear'

Anyway, tell me about you day,
whining about people, while winding down
Wearing so many rushing thoughts like a crown
swore to Christ in a piercing tone, with a piercing on your tongue
As it was the only type of steel that stole my heart in a kiss'
felt so close to those red fiery lips
I kissed a burning sensation of passion; yelling out
"I've really missed you"

And so I kissed you
likewise to it always feeling like our very first
A nervous flirt who could never state his words
In a state of always being too shy to talk to girls
but at the first sight of you' I noticed your worth
In those pretty eyes made of pearls'

As we address all the events
******* ourselves
You and I firstly sleeping together'
then after we find our rest

                                       Goodnight!

Stuck in the places'
Stuck in all of the memories,
Memos or diaries, making a mental note
To a metal heart of steel you somehow stole

And maybe I would like to see it all
A perfect view of you; by this naked eye
Of your most vulnerable parts
The box, the pillows and haunch,
Buried in, resting peacefully with all I've carried for the day,
All of which is now left behind

What limits us to the night
But just time running another marathon on the clock?
The running sweat of an out of breath experience,
My thoughts tied with yours, and tightened by these feelings

Triple D's,

Die for feeling so alive in you
Dye my past experiences in the colours of our skin's touch
Dining on you like my very last.

                      ALL SO NECCESARRY, AND A MUST

The days end like'
The last chord of a song-
As the final curtain falls over
The sky; covering another day
To it's eventual longer night'
An army of silence in the cricks of crickets,
The wickedness of the street calls, yelling out
"Save me, Save me, from the holes in my face"
In a city depraved of maintenance,
A year of the elect; elections around the corner'
I've come to the age to vote; a sexennial older

I a man, like the end of that song
Playing a melody of what self-care, self-motivating,
Self-discipline, and what my true self is willing sing
The key is, to be the beautiful that was tuned into your spirit

                                     ...Sing loudly myself

And in a dream;
I was just its distant memory
Far from the things I knew,
I had opened my eyes to see'
It wasn't a dream- I was just clueless
To my own reality, and lost in my own mind

.... Oh it was such a splendid daydream

Always stuck inside a world
******* me over; loves
to fornicate
The mouths with nothing better
to say; just words forming hate
And their eyes filled with ******
violence; it's always focused hate

As I was close to meeting death's deadline,
not even given two weeks notice
They assumed I was too weak to notice
as the smell of death was red, like a
resting bed of roses; in a garden
grave I lay
But maybe nowadays I'd be seeing songs
about how graves turn into gardens
Still it's grave for me to say, I'm still on
that path of feeling saved
As I could probably count all my prayers,
and dig up that dusty Holy text in my drawer
that's like the book's final grave

I figure that the figures counting
out another day
Are what we figure gives us a little
hope of being figures to this world,
That still live to see tomorrow by
heaven's sake

Clears throat...

"Lay me to rest
for how I'm dying to kiss
your face
Still in my head; levitate, levitate
level me down to trade light
words, like smoke in a vape
You're my favourite picture in
my head, and I won't let you out of
the frame

And we're just the anthem of our words,
my hand on my chest; arousing my feelings
You're a rousing and uplifting song without
any shame"

       ...........

"But it's a shame;
you and I haven't met
Still it's the sounds of a yearning heart
continuously calling out your name"

I appreciate you for
your consistency
As you play a record
spinning in my head
Rewinding the memories I hate,
a constant repeat, and repeat...
A reminder of: so many poems
I wrote for girls

I honestly hate them all
wishing I could scrap them all
from scrapping together the courage
to write them all
To agree so well with disagreements
all those inner feelings
You seem to be more or less,
but I'm really molested by you
Touched by this heart-wrenching feeling
disgusted by it's hand
Discussing to myself as the comfort of
my own voice as an only friend

We are perfect foes you and I
novocaine; are we never again to
share such an unfeeling pain?

In a house of my brain
quieting whispers of wind
So loud to hear in it's open space;
might be paranoid, filling holes
to be whole in the voids

Some days I learn to avoid you
as you're a poverty of my personality
And it's so rich to know I can't
afford you

So at any given chance,
I try to ignore you

I am a journey

Lost in the many words,
thoughts, and scribbles of poems
A poet unheard in prose
of this continuous story
For everyday is but a breath for
a flip of another page

A strike of words of the lightening
in my pen
Echoes of pain after the rain
—my tears are unseen in physical
But just the oceans of myself
written in ink

My skin is just the camouflage I
have to hide my life tragedy
My eyes the thin glass cracked by
all the hardships I've seen
My lips the applauds of the sounds
of self-encouragement I must tell
myself

My smile the minor blessing
of a heavenly joy;
and it's heart burning of unfit desire
as hot as hell

And I burn in this beautiful internal
eternal flame as a flower
But unfortunately they'll only see me
for only smoke

I am an equal

—yet still
Divided by the
opinions of others

Still it subtracts
nothing
Of my worth
ten times of what
Appearances are,
I am hundred times
bolder than I was before

For underneath the surface
of stars
Beneath my skin I am
the multiples of stories
In constellation of every
journey, every line and dot

I call these many stars
my many beautiful scars

And they are truly who I am!