(no subject)
I am a puddle- no particular one-
I float-like the free shape that I truly am.
I am the tears that flow from my eyes-
That freely have the effect on all that surround me.
But my soul is much more-
Than a puddle.
Than the tears.
Than the struggle.
Than the feelings.
And it cannot be contained.
Or referenced by one word.
I am many things. To many people.
and some days i'm no one to me.