to be... something an ache felt so deeply in my soul I feel tethered to the yearning and desperation a toxic dependence on the weight of the idea that we must strive to be someone with a career or vocation that implies the very essence of our character that sums up our individual meaning and is enough to simply state who we are what we do all in one being when really in the end you look at graves and see words like loving friend dear sister beloved daughter and almost think that that is enough in the end to simply be a someone to someone special and not what the world finds acceptable to label you as who you are what must you amount to what you decide to be
in the end being a someone sounds more complex than simply being someone to someone.