Sometimes I wonder how I've even made it this far. Daily as I awake and prepare myself for the day, my eyes see things that no other has ever seen for themselves.

Things on my skin; marks that I try my best to fully cover that hold too many stories.

I try to believe I'm --

For when that day would arrive where I would eventually find you — I dreamt that you would finally explain to me about everything. On why you left me to simply survive on my own.

     Without even knowing what I had become.

But all you really wanted was to claim --