hello, i would say my name

but i have too many titles that aren't the same

i've been alive for quite some valubale time

memories that may not always fall into rhyme

but they are pure and true and whole

and the reason of the existence of my very own soul

i am almost four, my birthday is coming soon

it is probably in november, in the afternoon

but the exact date of my birth is not important because

its not the time it happened that matters, its the action that does

i am the strawberries, the cupcakes, the  snow, and the peaches 

but i'm also the cookies, sunshine, the city, and the beaches

i am composed of messages and fingers moving at a fast pace

and nothing else matters, and no one needs space

no, i do not know who i will be because time will come

but i do know who i am, and who i want to become