|| Who Am I
Though I make not the visual impact, my words may have the ability to leave a lasting impression on your mind, seamlessly cutting through the layers of what you hold within, interacting and engaging with you, the activity of thought. Through my words, you see more of who I am and not merely what you see. My thoughts expressed are a printed image of who I am. This is what more closely resembles my identity. For when I write, what you see is the true me, the closest thing to being free. Just celebrating in the freedom of being me. Thus, breaking free from my invisibility.
So, who am I? I am but a string of thoughts. I therefore can only be seen when I convert these thoughts, that is myself, into writing, expressed in such manner that I be received when you read me. If I give you my word, I give you myself. If you accept my word, you accept me.
But who am I? I am but a woman, soft and gentle, with very few words, unless of course, you happened to have stumbled upon my writings or have found me in the element of myself. Fuelled by passion and deep inspiration that I receive, who abhors the injustices of the mind, who loves learning to the point of discovering. Who is intrigued by the intricacies and very precision of nature. Who loves to be shown affection without touch but in word and action, for the eye sees what remains untold, penetrating through the affairs of one’s heart. Though you may hide it from me, still I see what I see. I long to receive a pleasant yet thought provoking word. Someone who wants to be read. Through my words, you see what I see, Though untold, you think what I think. Then, on reading me, you feel what I feel.
But who am I? I am but the limitless explorer of self who presses in to find out who she truly is indeed. To uncover all that remains hidden within. I am but daughter to the King of kings, to the Lord of lords. I am loved. I am treasured. I am valued. For I, myself have found a great piece of antique while searching within. A lasting gem from the isle of the Caribbean.
So, who am I? I am but a string of thoughts. I therefore can only be seen when I convert these thoughts, that is myself, into writing, expressed in such manner that I be received when you read me. If I give you my word, I give you myself. If you accept my word, you accept me.
But who am I? I am but a woman, soft and gentle, with very few words, unless of course, you happened to have stumbled upon my writings or have found me in the element of myself. Fuelled by passion and deep inspiration that I receive, who abhors the injustices of the mind, who loves learning to the point of discovering. Who is intrigued by the intricacies and very precision of nature. Who loves to be shown affection without touch but in word and action, for the eye sees what remains untold, penetrating through the affairs of one’s heart. Though you may hide it from me, still I see what I see. I long to receive a pleasant yet thought provoking word. Someone who wants to be read. Through my words, you see what I see, Though untold, you think what I think. Then, on reading me, you feel what I feel.
But who am I? I am but the limitless explorer of self who presses in to find out who she truly is indeed. To uncover all that remains hidden within. I am but daughter to the King of kings, to the Lord of lords. I am loved. I am treasured. I am valued. For I, myself have found a great piece of antique while searching within. A lasting gem from the isle of the Caribbean.