I am everyone I have ever met.

I AM EVEERYONE I HAVE EVER MET.

We all walk a placid, yet highly unknown road astride by the wind.

Before, it was a place of uncertainty, and yet it still

A world beyond repair, as said by some people, but how do you define a damage?.



Amidst all the turmoil and satisfactions, and all we have ever and will ever, is that we have being nothing but ourselves. We have being ourselves in taking care, in loving, in hate, in patriotism, and also family.

Yet we are so selfish and generous at the same time, and can only be seen through the eyes of all those whoever met us.



We wake to a dying and yet waking world, to a dawn and also to a death of prevailing and yet unrevealing certainties and uncertainties from  both death and life.

Sincerely we want to be seen as epitomes of self-righteousness and yet we try to be humble.

We dangle on an imaginary scale of perfection and imperfection, to be seen as angels and yet not the demons we so much hide behind the mask of humanity, but at the later end, we all see through the looking glass as it shatters into beautiful fragments of the truth of our lives.





We put out our scars and tell our sob stories, yet it doesn’t make us vulnerable but instead, it brings us into the light of a self acclaimed  proud survivors, and a matter of fact, don’t we have so much cravings that we hate?

But yet in the middle of the night, a glass in hand, making a toast to the sweet and also bitter taste we feel, as we sip out of the cup called a daily reflection of our lives, and yes we love the attention, the people we met, because slowly just like the ocean, life sips us in and also spits us out when she is done.



In a spun of sadness, The feeling of grieve, the lust after the things we wished for, the ones we regret but can’t do nothing other than watch it burn out as juniper wood,  the good and bad that burns out, giving out a smoke so thick as incense up into the heavens of regrets, and all other behaviors we count and try in our court of conscience, and  pass judgement as chaste and unchaste and whatever way we define it.

Yet, we smile unashamedly and ever filled with pride, and in a manner of sincerity and best wishes at heart, we take along with us a piece of everyone we have ever met, ranging from love, regrets, death and pain, and we create a vacuum no matter how hard we try in their lives. Well what does that make us?, Because no matter how hard we try to, we will always take along a part everyone.

Sadly without regret and my head held high in the greatest esteem, I am proud to say that I have become everybody I have ever met, and so have you in the long race of our existence.