and still I ask those questions of myself.
who am you? what are you? what are you worth? anything at all?
i will not know/cannot know.
i am solely the being/that i know by my own name.
whether that being/is worth anything/nothing/or the world/i cannot tell.
once someone told me that you the value you put in something is how much it is worth.
does that mean my worth is in how i see myself/or is my worth in the value others see in me?
but does that mean my value changes? that would mean the value of each life is sold in a different currency.
whatever rings true about my worth, i will remain as a phantom brain contemplating/everything.
and still I ask those questions of myself. what is valuable? what is true? what is one moment worth? same as all the rest?
i do not know/how can i know?
for am so utterly broken/so utterly lost/so utterly human.
but value must exists beyond the surface/and my values wax/and wane/with each moment.
all i know is that there is value in life/laughter/love.
and a different value lies in pride/selfishness/fame
if only laughter was a valid currency/but would i be rich?
or maybe i should try to pay with the tears that are shed in my loneliness.
and still i ask myself these questions. what is value? what is life? how is a life valued? what is the value of your life?
and still i don't know.
is still cannot know/will not know.
i am still broken.
value is a fulfilled purpose/life a broken promise
and the value of life/is in the eye of the beholder.
but who is the beholder that values my life?
it must be a being i cannot comprehend/for i am only capable of having one/worth
and humans/are blessedly varied/they see me in so many ways.
and still i ask myself these questions but answers are temptingly near.
life is valued in a currency/called love.
a currency in which my life/good/and/bad/has been already payed for.
and the value payed was unthinkable/that of a life willingly given
and in the eyes of my beholder/we are given a new chance
and in the eyes of my beholder/i am loved
and still i ask myself these questions why am i trying to value something/that has already/been/payed for?
why am i trying to guess the price of the gift/the one i have been given?
and why are treading the same path/grasping for the same values?
i am trying to learn how to accept/the gift of life.
maybe you should try with me.
someone once told me/that/i am beautifully/and wonderfully/made.
you are too.
and in the eyes of our beholder/we are loved.
I'll leave this up to you to translate. I just want you to know, that you are beautiful, and amazing and talented and whatever you do, you are loved!!