Today I am . . . ?

What will I be today? I sit wondering, staring at the lacking title.

A teenage girl. Just a girl, swimming through the glop of adolescence. No, that's what I am every day.

A candle. Slowly burning, giving insufficient light and setting fingers of the weak-minded ablaze, until I slowly putter out into nonexistence. No, I don't think I want to be that today.

A Sim. Created for the sole purpose of being controlled under a cruel and underdeveloped mind ruling over my family in a tyranny that gives the dictator a pleasure not unlike a disease, slowly stealing all the time and energry from its host. No, I hardly want to believe that of my life.

A morning glory. A flower, closed until the dawn of a new day, when I unfold into a beautiful visual song that I sing for anyone to hear, rejoicing in the fresh start of a new day. No, I am unequivocally and unmistakably not the type who sings out the glories of early morning.

A student. Hardworking and willing to do the work set out for me that enables me to better grasp the subject of which I is learning. ..Are you kidding me?



I am none of these today.

But what am I?

My fingers search listlessly over each letter on my keyboard, looking at least for a syllable- a starting letter- to describe what I am.

I am burdened to the point of claustrophobia over this. The neutral tan walls surrounding my text give me hardly any room to breath, as each letter I press builds up the strength to push down one more line for my ponderings.

What if no one truly knows what I am? Is there no one I could go to for the answer?
Is there no decrepit old man awaiting my arrival at the top of a mountain, holding the answer to my life?

I am becoming desperate. What of Google? Surely not only can it find every other answer in life, but multiple answers so you can choose what best fits your world view. But the results are only riddles, and the answers are but simple and childish answers.

What am I today?