To Be Me

In the most plain way, I am too much.

I eat too much,

I read too much,

I worry too much,

I fall in love too much.

In the most honest way, I am not much.

I don't talk much,

I don't feel much,

I don't care much,

I don't like much.

On my own, with no filter, I am a mess.

I have a limited range of emotions, so I care about few things.

I have too many books to properly count, so my imagination is too big.

I listen to too much music, so nothing is lost on me.

I listen to too many stories, so I don't know what to believe.

In the easiest way to explain, without any filter, or layer of sugar, or dramatic ending,

I am more.