I write with my hand

I write with my mind

I write with my heart

and with everything

I have, seen, sensed and heard.

It is not always easy to put it into words,

and even if it is written,

It sometimes, feel like someone else’s instructions.

But what are we,

If not same atoms, molecules, aligned uniquely.

However, I wish to be true to how my particles are aligned,

So I rejoice every time, it happens

When I could be true,

to the truest, smallest particle that holds on,

for me to exist.