who am i.

This was probably the question that cracked the tiniest thinking element in your water-floating brain. From the text that you read, my goal is not to reward you in any way by telling you who am I. In your efforts to dig this page, here I am doing my best not to give you anything grand. Consolation. That’s all I can give. Master the art of reading through the abstracts of texts and solidify my being diluted by the play of words.

Who am I?

I am nobody in this vast and crazy world. I am part of the spec that was sprinkled over the earth to make things crowded, wild, and fun. Crazy, as I would like to believe, is an understatement. I can never be a two-faced coin for I do not settle for duplicity. I will be who I will be. I will, and will always be, dictated by the bendable circumstance that we all create. Let the society be my guide in whatever shape I will take tomorrow.

Who am I?

To believe an answer is the art of fooling yourself. Truth exists because you and I, we, created it. Truth is a choice that we make. Truth is the consequence of things. The truth is not the truth. For some of them are accepted lies that we all embrace to make things conform to matters we are comfortable of.

Who am I?

To ask such question lays the assumption that I exist. But the bitter part is, are you even sure that I exist? Never did you doubt my being that you even hassled yourself clicking on the intangible matter that leads you here. My being is as flowing as water and as invisible as air. I can be a fragment of your imagination, a product of an addiction, a vision of your restless eyes.

Who am I?

Never will I say pardon for being vague. To be able to comprehend my being implies that you discovered somebody else. I refuse to be encapsulated. Never will I rest my assurance that any letter, word, sentence, paragraph or what-have-you has the capability to spell out who am I.

This is who I am - a question of who.

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