Who am I
I can't help but feel that I am leaving pieces behind. Moments and thoughts that are forever lost to me, yet weight heavy, they are the things that can never change. These moments are however the source of my changes the pressure that mould's my being. Here at the precipice of tomorrow I hold on to these moments before I let them go, forever I am here with nothing keep but the scars of my life.
That is who I am