To Define This

Where

I am from my books filled to the brim with everlasting stories

From Hamilton to Twenty One Pilots

And the conflicting me's at Hot Topic and Barnes and Noble

I am from the large green and purple house on a dead end road

The one where kids used to roam but do so no longer

It feels like fire and nostalgia

I am from the moonlight when my thoughts consumed me,

And the way the starlight creeps between the leaves of the mighty oak tree that stands a hundred feet tall

I am from the "family" dinners, where it's just kids

Harry Potter and Star Wars all together

And big blue eyes with a random green

From my sister and brothers, and my mom and dad

And the other one who was never really my "dad"

I'm from hide n' seek in the dark

And from youngest to oldest on Christmas Day

I am from I'm here for you

And you're not for me, but that's not your fault

From go aways

And make me

And thoughts that repeat for eternity

I'm from a high school where I fit in and I don't,

my mom's home cooked meals which turned into dad's,

From my first concert, and new york alone,

And writing because I need it to survive

School lunches with one person one day, and someone else another,

and listening to music whenever, wherever because it hides me

I am from the land of imaginary, from hiding away and wondering when

From a past that has shaped me

And a future that may not

I am from the here and now

From the impossible and improbable

From being important for the most selfish reasons

And questioning everything

I am from nowhere and everywhere

I am from me

And that's where I'm going