13- Nov- 2024. Damn, this needed a refresh.
Who am I?
Has always been a question with a constant evolving answer.
Some know be by my name,
Some know me by my work.
Some know me by my thoughts.
Some know me as someone they know.
And then, some know me as someone they knew.
Then there’s a few who know me as someone they know, knows.
And in all fairness: They are all right.
Especially to them.
So, allow me to introduce you to me.
I am me, a constantly evolving, change causing catalyst.
I am me.. allow me to explain, explore me to be me.
To some, I ride motorcycles.
To some, I write.
To some, I am related to.
To some I build ideas with.
To some, I exist merely as a thought.
To some, I’ve faded as a memory.
To some, I am entertaining.
To some, I am entertainment.
To some, I am evil. To some I am not.
In all the realities, I am them.
I am what you can assume me to be. And then, I am a little more.
What’s important is that I write. Not professionally, grammatically accurate, biblical wisdom, but sincerely.
I am a cloudy train of thoughts. The clear sky with winds.
I visit places to observe. I observe.
Often taking something from the place with me, and often give back some. Sometimes, more than I should.
But that’s not new. That’s just me.
I think, more than I should.
I care, more than I should.
Each day, I yearn to do more than I could.
But somedays I write. Measured.
Born to two writers, I write for me.
I exist, to explore. I explore, to exist.