I am from

So, this has been doing the rounds. Archie said he wanted to see what other men would do with it. I’m not necessarily typical but I kinda want to oblige.

Update: Justin did one. I like it. Different, more in the present maybe. I like it.

Here goes:

I am from a large town that claims to be a city. I am from being told I was Catholic, and not remembering any time when I believed in it. I am from always believing in something, even though I’ve never been from knowing what that is.

I am from questions. I am from self doubt. I am from being unsure of myself.

I am from hanging out with the girls because I didn’t like football. I am from Imagination. I am from reading. I am from hiding in a box. I am from loud music. I am from doing three things at once. I am from not remembering anything before I was seven. I am from fantasy.

I am from best friends. I am from holding on. I am from an alcoholic and an insomniac. I am from a love I could never see. I am from believing it’s there even now.

I am from bullying. I am from being bullied. I am from smoking. I am from realising I could talk to people. I am from pretending to be someone else. I am from losing myself. I am from too much acid at far too young. I am from dependency. I am from the girl who held my hand and bought me back to the ground.

I am from proving myself I was fixed. I am from more acid. I am from tears and fear. I am from losing the world.

I am from hearing drums. I am from singing to a piano. I am from duets with a genius where I couldn’t play. I am from screaming about hot dogs. I am about travelling to a steel city. I am from picking mushrooms. I am from the hills. I am from hearing sounds I couldn’t imagine. I am from thinking my thoughts were heard by someone else. I am from detachment.

I am from singing again.

I am from falling in love and not realising till too late.

I am from drifting apart. I am from not making the effort. I am from losing a friend to an accident.

I am from missing a duet. I am from crying for days.

I am from leaving soon after.

I am from Hedonism University. I am from silly flings. I am from more mistakes and madness. I am from new friends. I am from people who saw me through nightmares though they barely new me.

I am from lies. I am from drinking too much. I am from loving dearly.

I am from home again. I am from madness. I am from no drugs this time. I am from fear. I am from an institution that I have created from nothing. I am from kicking my lover out of the house because I thought she was a whore.

I am from her coming back. I am from her persuading me not to kill myself.

I am from a doctor who gave me drugs he shouldn’t have. I am from finally sleeping. I am from slowly becoming me again.

I am from loneliness. I am from not giving up the whole truth. I am from not caring when I needed to. I am from walking up a hill. I am from my friends. I am from people who cared whatever.

I am from letting her go, even though I loved her more than anything. I am from doing the right thing. I am from the pain that gave me. I am from realising I needed to change.

I am from hours alone thinking. I am from hours with friends drinking. I am from talking and writing and sharing and learning.

I am from learning. I am from mistakes. I am from being lost and ploughing forwards anyway.

I am from breathing. I am from the air. I am from the waves crashing onto the beach. I am from the vastness of the sky. I am from the strength of the ground.

I am from the Sun beaming down. I am from the beauty in the eyes. I am from swimming in the river.

I am from the grass between my toes. I am from honest and open communication. I am from letting people into my heart.

I am from learning.
PS That was quite intense…I don’t think I did it write…but I guess I’ve been feeling fairly confessional lately. There’s a lot of me in there…though i guess some of it could be seen as cryptic. I’ve talked about bits of this before. Questions are welcome if anything doesn’t make sense. I think everybody else who tried this was more poetic…but I guess that’s just not always me.