Who am I?
The only way I could react to this inquiry is with an answer that buries its own questions within.
Those questions about who I am, I have so many of them. To whom? Me, you, and everyone.
When trying to answer them my mind feels so full of its own emptiness and I ache because of all the things I feel and I don’t although I’m supossed to.
Is there still some space to just be? BE ME?
Who that is I can not tell – yet.
There is an easy answer to this question and still there is none.
And until I know what answer to give (if I ever will) I just choose to be myself – what ever that might mean.
© An Overthinker