are we what we make? does what we make define who we are?



so i've told you all about my journey with writing.

i wanna show you a lot

i wanna show myself a lot..


but yeah i'm still in the chaos, i'm still stuck here with all my thoughts but no significant progress yet, so i'm starting to doubt, i'm asking myself if what i make define who i am. i'm getting stressed about the fact that i have not ‘made' much. what if i wont make any?


if i'm into music, does a ‘song' define me? do i have to have one? do i have to write one? what if i wrote one? why is it one? what if i wont make any?


if i'm soft, will my music be soft? what if i'm lowkey wild, what if i'm reckless, what if i'm actually weak? or needy? will my words define me? what if i wont make any?


do i follow anyone? what if i follow anyone? what if i wont follow any?

my hands are tired of my thoughts.

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