I am no more...

My mind's gone blank.

Tap...
Tap...
Tap...
Tap...
Tap...

White noise.

Stab my chest.
Please.
Stab me.
Stab my chest.
Stab my chest!

Stab my chest...

Stab me...

I...

Just the ninth letter of the alphabet, that's privileged enough to always be written in capital when alone.

And I represents me.

I am written in capital when I'm alone.
And that's always.

Unlike I.

But I am forced to form bonds with others,
Like t, s or n...

And I don't like that,
It diminishes my authority.

They say they're driving them crazy.

Then they have the audacity to ask me to replace them.

I has meaning on its own.
It is a personal pronoun.
No other letter has such a profound role, as I.

A.
One and unknown.

B.
Nothing.

C.
Nothing.

D.
Nothing.

E.
Nothing.

F.
Nothing.

G.
Nothing.

H.
Nothing.

J.
Nothing.

K.
Nothing.

L.
Nothing.

M.
Nothing.

N.
Nothing.

O.
Nothing.

P.
Nothing.

Q.
Nothing.

R.
Nothing.

S.
Nothing.

T.
Nothing.

U.
Nothing.

V.
Nothing.

W.
Nothing.

X.
Nothing.

Y.
Nothing.

Z.
Nothing...

But I does not come first.
A does.
Which represent one and unknown.
And the order goes on...

One and unknown, then a series of nothingness, and after these, personhood and meaning.
I.

But after meaning comes nothingness once more.

Such is life.
First there is doubt.
Then there is denial.
And then comes purpose.
Lastly, loss.

Be careful when saying "I".
Don't diminish its meaning.
It's the capital.
It's the meaning.
Choose your words wisely.

Measure 7 times and cut 1 time.

You are a temple.

Don't destroy the sanctuary place.
Your soul lives inside the temple.
Don't let it stay homeless.

Clean your temple often.
Don't let the dirt take over.
Cleanse your mouth and mind.

Measure 7 times and cut 1 time.

You define I.
I defines you.

I is you.

You are a being.
I is your representation.
You can lie, but the temple will fall.

I is a personal pronoun.
You have a name.
One makes us the same,
The other sets us apart.

Yet, none are you.
All are, but none.
They are your representations.
Your soul is who you are.
It lives inside a temple.
It fasts like a hermit.
Sometimes it starves.
Sometimes it cherishes.

The home is where you live,
But not what you are.
Sort your priorities,
And cleanse your heart.
Cleanse your mind,
And then your soul.
Your body is the temple,
But it is not you.

Just as I is you,
But it is not you.
It's just a representation.
Yet, that doesn't clear its role.
It's capital.
It has meaning.
Thus, a crucial role.
Sort your priorities.

Measure 7 times and cut 1 time.

Relook.

Interpret.

Introspect.

Understand.

Take action.

The pain might be too strong to fight,
But you will always have the light.
Before you find, you shall seek it,
And if you seek it, you shall find it.

Sometimes, the least said can say the most...

Measure 7 times and cut 1 time.