• The sky thus fades
    the clouds turn dark.
    Your lips mumble the slightest,
    most unapparent, unpredictable remark.
    “Who are you?”
    What does that mean?

    Is there some other definition?
    for the question you ask,
    is there another inscription?

    Engraved in the arcs of the letters you speak,
    lie the secrets you hide,
    the ones I shall seek.

    If you know I am me,
    why do you ask who I am?
    Do you expect to know my answer,
    or do you really give a damn?

    So instead of a thoughtless reply,
    I’d prefer to think first.
    Because maybe it’s a bad day
    or maybe I’m cursed...

    For such a simple inquiry
    the reply seems so apparent.
    Can’t you see through me?
    I’ve been told I’m more transparent…
    Because no matter how simple the question could be,
    I over-think it more than I should;
    Past the conventional degree.

    So I leave you with this,
    The answer to your question…
    “My name’s Julia,
    And what’d you think
    of my very first impression?”


    Written By Julia (FlyingWithHellsWings).