And after many a thought, I have come to the conclusion that in the present I am: A thief, a wanderer, a giver, a beggar, a cheat, a liar, a conceptualist, a forager, a girl. A letter in the wind. A kiss. A goodbye. A vagabond. A daydreamer. A sweet talker. A mute. A person somewhere in there… A shadow, a light, gaudy golden hue. Uncomfortable, upside down, broken ankles in pretty shoes. I am one in red lipstick. One with red eyes. One who stole your final puzzle piece And I won’t give it back. I am unlovable. Lonesome. The one in a shallow yet ancient friendship. A sightseer A hangman A gallow tree climber A harvester of wood. A fire maker A mood setter Combustible in the knees. I shatter easy I wither quickly A makeshift life pleaser. A questioner of thought- Can I really revive my old life whilst simultaneously inventing a new one? Can both coexist?