Who

"Who are you?"

Some would cringe at the sight of improper grammar, but take a moment to see beyond just what is being said.

Who is such a broadly charismatic individual. Who owns several masks. Not necessarily to hide from the world, or as a defense mechanism, but rather for pure entertainment. Who is who Who wants to be that day... did that make sense?
Sometimes Who is a university student, who flashes off her imaginary life- preppy colors and all.
Other days, Who wears the life of an individual of the backwoods, free and proud.
Most days, Who resides in the comfort of normal clothing, and simplistic ideas.
Who, however, creates worlds that are different and distant, loving and luring, scary and sacred.

Sometimes, Who forgets who is Who. Who gets trapped in this fantasy that has become hard to escape. Conforming to the concepts of today's youth.

Who sometimes transports to other era's, becoming someone else once more. Some days, Who lives in the 70's... Who loves the easy listening of that time. Who sometimes is an artist from the 20's... F. Scott Fitzgerald style. Who transcends through time. Who lives for the night, and dreams during the day for brighter nights.

Who creates these worlds, Who is infatuated by these characters who so desperately recreate the lives Who lived prior to this one.

We all live in the masks of our lives in respects to anonymity, but Who embraces the masks that have become a piece of who Who is and has become.

Who aspires to be so much, yet so little. Who has lived so many times, it is hard to determine what Who wants. Who has so much to learn, and so little to contribute.

Who is young and old, wise, yet naïve. Who is the student and the teacher, Who is omnipresent through time.

"Who am I?" "I am Who."