Sep 09, 2003 16:23
I am…the preoccupied, self-pitying, underachiever who gains the attention of others with a teaspoon of wit, a dash of originality, and a pinch of enthusiasm. I am the girl next door you will never bother introducing yourself to and the sweater at the bottom of your closet you wear only when it rains. I am the awkward silence after a bad joke, the forgiving maple in a backyard, and sometimes even the happily ever after at the bottom of the page. I am everything ordinary, I am everything extraordinary, and I am even sometimes what we forget lies in the middle of it all; the gray details that blend in with the background when we aren’t careful. I am the unfathomable spark that always catches your eye, the face in the moon, and the person standing right in front of you.
I am a poet.
I am an artist.
I am a musician.
I am a writer.
I am a reader.
I am a lover.
I am a fighter.
I am a student.
I am a woman.
I am a daughter.
I am a friend.
I am an optimist.
I am a statistic.
I am a survivor.
I am a winner.
I am what I am.
Though, I assure you, someday I will be great.
Things have been...unusually wonderful. It's strange, falling in love again. Falling in love with something so intangible, something so astounding, so infinite I don't know where to begin. As if suddenly a door has opened, or a candle has been lit. For once, I can honestly say that I am the happiest I have been in a very long time and I hope as time goes by, the changes will make it last forever.