Notes

I'm nothing special, I'm actually quite flawed, but I can't help but applaud those who have made it so far, to influence others, to change the world, that's what I desire, yet to be fulfilled. I'm one in 7.2 billion, a mere blip on the horizon of all of mankind, a dreamer, an individual, a work of art, yet I ask myself to find, me. Who am I? Whom and what do I love, from where do I come, below or above, so many questions need answering but thoughts are cancering, I need to know who I am, where I stand, know my desires, I want to build empires, who am I? I'm me. A shy, but powerful me. One in need of guidance, with a great aptitude for science, one who clings to memories, though they may be of enemies, one of passion and dignity, hoping to somehow, implicitly, make my mark. I'm nothing special, so let's not be sentimental, but I am me, pure and simple, and I want to kindle a flame everlasting, a thought ever passing, that within the confines of humanity, there is just enough sanity for one to discover the world of another. And that if one only knew, who are you?