I cannot define ‘Me’
A definition is constant,
which I am anything but
In online profiles of people
in the things written about themselves
one can usually find song snippets,
witticisms or long rambling prose of self indulgence.
I tried doing all those.
After a while I realized that it wasn’t me anymore.
The song snippet lost it’s special meaning.
The witticisms seemed tired after a while.
The long rambling prose seemed to be an immature rant.
I was no longer what I was before.
I had become more.
I was anything but constant.
I am anything but constant.
I am more than what I was before.
And there is more to come.