She
She is a writer
She is a poet
She is a singer
She is a dancer
She is a painter
She is a rebel
She is a daughter
She is a sister
She is a friend
She is a lover
She is caring
She is love
She is light and smiles
She is nature and the wind
She is her blue eyes and dark hair
She is curiosity and chaos
She is mindful
She is peace tonight
She is
She is
Who is she? Is she all the things? or is she something else?
Could it be that putting a name, a category to ourself can limit us? I am whatever. i feel limited when I have to say that. I feel wingless!
I am more than my emotional state.
I am more than my mental state.
I am more than my physical state.
I am a soul.
I am kid.
I am a wonderer.
An eternal thing.








