I am who I am and who I will myself to be—a thought, and idea, a person. Alive, an enigma! But that is not me, but I! A question to my existence–words unconnected, unfounded and therefore, without identity. Translucence perhaps is what I seek, or is it that I seek the day when I becomes me?
It begins with the girl in a blue dress.
It begins with the girl in a blue dress.