Gest me

I am what nobody has yet to be.
I am the the first loves' rythm and the chaos of pain. A pair of bizzare and ordinary.
I am the polar sun's calmness and anxiety of the falling snow.
I am the breeze that soothes your nape.
I am a summer night's dream.
I am love, aversion, I am convultion, lazyness.
I am the first and the last.
I am the sad feeling of yesterdays and the horror of tomorrows. I carry the triteness of falling water in my tears and the sandess of late resignations in my soul.
I am all that you dispell in your first moment and all that you gather in the last.
I am everyone's and none's.
I am only the unknown that awaits you and you wait for.
I am everybody's story and the willow's cry in the wind.
I am the thought that disheartens .
I am a godess and a pagan. A goblet with ambrosia that in the end is wormwood.
I am your insecure step and your vulgar smile.
I am the one that's been forgotten, as she was found.
By Anna