What am I made of?

We are made of the cities we have walked in and the relationships we have walked out of, the sunsets over the sea horizon we raized our glasses to and the hugs of caring friends whose shoulders we used as capstones.

We are built with the bricks of cold comments and criticism thrown at us and we are chiselled with the love and care our dearly beloved showered us with. We are cut by our disappointments and demolished with our fears and traumas.

We are glazed with the soft tunes of music that we will forever associate with intimate moments and we are washed with the alcohol our love swings have fled. We are covered with the blankets of trees om blossom and afterrain air we have inhaled in hunger.

We are described by the words we overuse and the movies that have ever made us cry, and the pair of eyes that had most control over us will define our fears and vulnerability.

We are made of the diplomas we have bought at unis for status, and the private lessons we have paid for for knowledge.

We are made of all the song lyrics we checked to sing to, and we are defined with all what we use to share our insights.

We are also described by ambitions; ours- that we gave up on, and others'- that we never believed in.

We are puzzles collected from pieces of shattered dreams and achieved goals, and unfortunately or maybe for a good reason, our missing last pieces are not always with us.

But most importantly, at least most of us are made through love and with love;-)