Fine Art photography of the Male Form by Pierre-Yves Monnerville

Why am I Me?

I often wonder why I am me.

I’ve never told anyone about that as I don’t want them to think I’ve lost it or that I should be locked up somewhere safe. I don’t think about that very often, though.

What bothers me with this “why am I me or myself” thing is that I sometimes feel like the world revolves around me. Oh, now I can already see whoever I’d talk about that thinking  that I’m just another queen who needs to get over herself and they might actually be right. Oh well, never mind.

Two questions keep coming back to my mind:

1: How come I’m there, me, in my little body and mind among nearly 6.5 billion people???

2: Why can I only see the world through my own eyes?

It’s not that I feel trapped in my own body but I could do with a little change of perspective.

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