Anima Vestra

I'll never be the same after that summer

The summer I truly realised who I am

What I stand for

What my moralities are

What I feel

What I want

What I know

I didn't know much

I still don't

But I know a lot more than I did before

Somewhat like a mirror,

and the more people the mirror sees,

the more he learns about himself

Its poetic in a sense

but in another it's idiotic

because

A mirror is an object

not a person

or is it?

Who would know?

Are you a mirror?

Am I?

Aren't we all mirrors?

Just reflecting what others want to see and never realizing what we want

I wouldn't know

I don't reflect

I only look

Thats something I learned over that summer

I also learned that

People never learn how to love

As humans we grow up knowing

By mothers or fathers or grandparents or brothers or sisters

or anyone

I knew how to love since I was born

Since I took my first breath

Since I conquered my first heart

Until I die I will know

Is that good or bad?

But I still couldn't give you a definition of what love is

I know what it is but to put into words is

Uncomprehendable

It's like putting a square block into a small circle hole in those bins we used to play with when we were kids

I was a kid before that summer

Anyone that knows me, knows I was different before that summer

But oh well

Maybe I'm better this way

I don't know am I?