I am a dancer.
I can make my sentences move with the rhythm of my thoughts.
And every word glide, slide and sway with my metaphors.
I am a singer, a composer.
I create the melody of my verses.
Every line beats. Every beat echoes.
Every echo lingers in the soul of the listener.
I am a weaver.
I weave transitions. I weave thoughts. I weave meanings.
I have the potential to make a single thread of idea grow into sets of longer threads.
These threads I repeatedly cross and weave into a beautiful fabric.
I am a painter.
My abstraction and symbolism rendered on the interior walls can create scenes from life.
That canvas, walls, floors, doors, and cabinets, I can fill them up with colors.
Each color of varying tone and intensity.
I am a photographer.
I can reproduce what you see.
I capture moments with my phrases.
I can create a real-world scenes with my pen.
I am an animator.
My words have the power to make figures move.
I can kill you one second and revive you in the next.
I can make the rain fall, the storm rage and the sun shine.
I am everyone by just being one.
I AM A WRITER.
And I can make anyone immortal.
I am boundless.
I am limitless.
And I am unstoppable.