Vladmir

I am what I am. I look out into this world often wondering why it is different than I imagine it, and I feel this feeling of dread. ‘Have I been dreaming this whole time?’ I often wonder, though I am sure that I have not been, who can be certain? I know that when I look in the mirror I do not see ‘me’, but an image that most people believe represents ‘me’. ‘I’ am invisible, undefinable, unknowable. I know that you too, are all these things, and thus I do not judge you for your actions, because those too do not define you. I am who I am, what I am; just as you are yourself, but also me.