i am not a definition.
i do not fit inside the lines.
i am not confined by one decision.
i do not belong to only one dream
or calling
or person
or life
or occupation
or belief.
I am not the same.
To be in this day
in my state of mind
is to be the sky
captured inside a bottle
It is not possible.
I have too many wants and needs and dreams to follow
I have too many lives to live
and I have no time.
I am forced into the border of a page.
Forced to be defined by one category
But I do not belong to one category...
I belong to all of them.
To everything,
to every bit of this world,
not half of it,
I do not pick portions,
I am not picky
I am welcoming to all of it
Why would I choose one thing,
when all is beautiful and very much attainable?