In an attempt to define who I am and want to be, a problem of vocabulary arises.

Rather than just settle on a word, two or dozens, I lose myself in the idea of being any single thing. This isn’t who I am.

I am amorphous.
I am idiosyncratic.
I am iconoclastic.
I refuse to surrender to convention and will suffer the consequences for having done so.
I am resilient so I am never down for long.
I am a bastion for some and a bane to others;
I conduct myself the same for either audience.
I am nothing.
I am the dust.
I am the stars.

I am. I am. I am.

And for the things I am not, there is no room for ambiguity.