Who am I

Who am I
There's so many voice inside speaking at the same time
Nothing is clear Nothing is heard and Nothing is done
Feeling I have a bigger purpose than what is understood
Analyzing myself and Categorizing myself as insane.
But is it crazy to believe there is something more?
That only because we do not understand it, we should pretend it does not exist
Where in religion or science does this make sense?

So who am I
Where am I to go
What am I do do
When will I know

I feel the animals connect with me
the trees they speak to me
the ocean harmonizes with me
The wind hugs me
The sun smiles at me
The moon enlightens me
The stars watch over me

But still I ask who am I

Depth in thought but lost in words,
i wish to say but none will escape
I want to know more about the world,
then maybe then I will know more about myself


I have no dislikes, I have no likes
Anguish and pain is my company I dont like to do without
With them I search for more, Cry because that is the only time I feel.
Never do I feel excitement, Nor do I know true happiness
I know love, I know the feeling when I get goosebumps is because I feel the beauty.

I know my words don't make sense,my thoughts & feelings clash making only a bigger mess.
 I am a collection of the want, need, and have.
I am only trying to understand/
Who I am

Who I am