Tell me who I am. (29)
When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?
Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.
What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.
Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.
Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.