I am who am. I have always been who I am.
Who else would be me if I myself?
So I guess nothing describes me if not I myself.
But lately, this definition has been empty.
I do not own myself now.
I do not even define myself.
I am of someone.
I am a being for others.
I find myself empty without him.
Yes… I am a slave and fallen and the “I” is sad for it shares something alien aside from itself.
But this reality I feel and it must be true.
This reality I live with joy and it must be necessary.
I live and I love.
