Fill in the blank: I am __________ ?

Usually in every show there's always a character who is always asking himself.

Who am I?.

And you know what. Now that I have the time to mediate that... I don't know who I am. I mean if someone ask you who you are what would you say?.

My name? nope, it's not enough.
My profession? uh-uh, that's what I do, not who I am.
My dreams? that's what I want to become isn't it?.
My friends?
My possessions?
My economic position?
My hobby?
My obsessions?
My family?

None of those seemed to fit in what I am. And you know what? I think that I don't wanna know who I am, as odd as that may sound. But I have a life time still to look for it right?. I won't rush things over.

Isn't that the point in life?. Living it?.

I know this subject is kinda lame but it has been creeping in my mind today. And I don't want to ruin it or think it too much.

Enough with life.

Today was raining and I love the smell of it, like when is about to begin. Or the sound of the raindrops crashing down, it's like a melody that you can't hear if you don't pay attention.

Then I put on Phillip and Only Hope by Switchfoot came on. And they just made it better.

Wanna know something sad?.

After my last poem I haven't been able to write again. I can't finish them, and they are bad. Just simply bad.

But to brush that of, I wanted to tell you that I didn't know people were actually reading my blog :), it's flattering, and well it's awesome. I'm glad somebody cares about the things I write late at night when I can't sleep. ( I did not wrote this late at night actually it's 3;00pm but I wanted to throw you some Tay-Swift quotes).

p.s; This is one of the poems I couldn't finish. I call them Death Notes.
"I read your messages
all over again,
the words on ink
remind the feeling of your breath on my ear.

I will look outside my window
and I'm not so sure what makes my vision a blur,
but my tears are getting lost on the rain.
I don't want to miss you no more.

I've got enough time to think about us,
and if I had to go back in time.
I wouldn't change meeting you.
The late at night calls,
nor your fingertips on my face.

It's not just a kiss
its how you made me feel ..."

p.p.s; I bought 4 different packs of COOKIES, and pack #4 is the winner (though the one with raisins and chocolate chips was delicious).

p.p.p.s; All this time I've been writing p.s bad. I feel so dumb right now. Tough I'm not changing it from the other posts.

p.p.p.p.s; I want my first kiss to be in the rain.

"Dressed up as myself; To live in the shadow, of who I'm supposed to be."