I am me -
the only me
that will ever be.

and to be me
is to be free
and to be free
is to be me,

so let yourself be,
embrace your me,
and set yourself free.


*this poem was semi-inspired by these words by Oliver Sacks:

"There will be no one like us when we are gone,
but then there is no one like anyone else, ever.
When people die, they cannot be replaced.
They leave holes that cannot be filled,
for it is the fate - the genetic and neural fate -
of every human being to be a unique individual,
to find his own path, to live his own life,
to die how own death,"

July 11th, 2014

This being of me,
this strange existentialist feeling,
is often saturated with joy
when reminded
that the sun
is warm and free
and accessible
to us all.

worthwhile, scattered thoughts of the week 

1
In reality,
where do I fit?
I am so many beings,
so many me's have been
morphed into a singular collection of
skin and bone and framework.

Why do we try and try
to conform to a single being,
to a single identity?
We are an assemblage
of our countless experiences,
emotions, people we've encountered.
They shaped and molded
and made you, you.


2
In admitting that I know less that I credited myself for;
I will, in return, gain more:

mystery and wonder and whimsy.

That me that I've always wanted to be,
yes, that me, that me lives inside me -
I am she.

I am who I've wanted to be.
Who did I want to be?
I wanted to be me;
the best me I could be.
And that best me
has always lived inside me -
She is me.

I am my best,
even at my worst.
I am myself,
even when I desire to be a better me.
I am always the best me
because no one can be a better me
than I can be.

She is me
and I am she.