Me

This is all me.

Me and my absurd life. 

Me, my absurd life and my qualms. 

Me, my absurd life, my qualms and the fun I have.

Me, my absurd life, my qualms and the fun I have and the people I love.

Me, my absurd life, my qualms, the fun I have, the people I love, and my quirks.

My quirks and my fears, my sanity and my sorrows, my pleasures and my disbeliefs, my ideals and my immorality.

This is me, my absurd life, my qualms, the fun I have, the people I love, my quirks, my fears, my sanity, my sorrows, my pleasures, my disbeliefs, my ideals, my immorality.

But what is joy if not imperfection, imperfection at its righteous peaks, the ones where it is supposed to lie and mock us to celebrate its true self.

So this is all me, me and my absurd life.