If I hung it on a wall you would give it a price.

Who am I in a world where I shape who I want to be?

Sometimes it's just difficult to keep going knowing what I now know let alone the things which I do not. How can I shape myself with such many molds, molds that deem to have truth, claim to hold a miracle, molds that promise and molds that keep it, molds that tell me to choose a mold but to be careful of which mold I choose and molds that say they are good. It's sad how I can't just call it confusion and move on because I'm in a mold of my own questions. Maybe I should listen to the mold that tells me to find a mold that answer the questions, or maybe the mold that puts me at ease by asking "WHAT MOLD?".

When I said I wanted clarity, I meant I don't want to see my own eye's reflection in my glasses.

Heartbeats of freedom
Heart beats to breath,
Heart aches for a dreamy romance
For roads I've never seen,
And yet, know.

A tigress and a knight, my soul seeks revenge but can't seem to compromise down to justice, down to where it all matters. "I'm too human" is what I hear inside, deep deep down, if I'm strong enough to look beyond the suffering I keep placing before me like a construction site that keeps running out of funds. Deep down, I'm just a kitten with a gentle tap of a two sided blade, one that is and one that wants to be.