Question The Exercise

how dare you!

to ask me to define myself with painted up pronouns.

a black heart, a yellow streak, green with envy or blood red (I could go on, but I don't wanna)

if I could compare me to another, even myself, what words does one/would I use? Do the words even exist? (maybe in German) am I trying to hard? not hard enough? its probably best to not try at all.

how special can/do I think I am?

I don’t mean to be rude (or maybe I do) but what's relative is redundant. maybe biological, maybe sentimental, but certainly An imperative. And completely necessary when dealing with ones own identity.

what shines will soon rust away.

even if you simplified this exercise I would relent, retreat and bow my head and walk back into the dark. I have no need/desire to limit/label with ideas built from the ego or id

what does it mean to be unique? not like a rainbow but an ocean.

what emotion and/ or experiences comes in a crayon?

how 'good' would/could I be if used another souls sounds to sum up this/my being?

love for ones self - black hate for ones self - white (are those even colors?) confusion of ones self - tangerine/sunflower/stained burnt sienna (does this make sense to anyone?)

light hits every eye differently.

one day to the next I change and adapt (like a chameleon) with the belief that none of this will ever matter (and I'm ok with that)

these sins have changed my soul like the sun turns a seed to a flower. (still I grow in darkness)

I am capable of anything,

pain as a positive response ignorance with nuance

pleased with/in the absence of colour

I am a blind man, so your metaphors mean nothing to me, you mine as well tell me about heaven.

If there is something worth sharing about this experience I should/would never claim it a color.

its not unique, but at least its honest. (or is it?)