i’d like to think i’m indefinable. i mean sure, there are a million things i like, and a million things i dislike. there are a gazillion things i am, and just as many things that i am not. and all of these things make up who i am… but you still can’t define me. it cannot be done. because the possibilities are endless, and the universe doesn’t work that way. it doesn’t do definitions, even though humans like to pretend that it does. the universe does infinities. and therefore, i follow suit.
i’d like to think i’m indefinable. that you can’t define me. that i can’t define me. but if i were to try, i’d define myself in infinities. i’d define myself as an infinite thinker. an infinite feeler. an infinite believer, an infinite hoper, and an infinite lover. but out of all the infinities, i’d most like to define myself as an infinite dreamer.