狠狠撸

Pune, Maharashtra

Adaptive Sourcing

I Am... A blank slate. Written over time and time again, until the canvas is cleared. The words overlap, covering white space with black, until there is nothing decipherable left. To be forged again, written by the thoughts of others, a new spirit created. Written anew, to be wiped clean once more. I Am... Loved. By those near, and those far away. For what I am, and what I hope to one day be. Family, friends, and lovers lay claim their words, but are the meanings the same? Do I, one soul, have the means to love others as they love me so? I Am... Hated. By the hate I see in others, my own rage comes forth. But it subsides, falling like leaves from an autumnal tree, For i