Who are we?

We could be the slaves of our professions, the emblem for inspiration, the carrier of our title, we could even be marks from the scars or the blood stains on our hands.

We would perhaps response that we are the mirror of our parents, the sequel of our past and the tool of our future.

Some say they are the transformation, the force that strives to grow. Passions are used as the communicator of our inner and our silent words. We can become a new path, a soul of life..  We can be what we feel or we can become those we surround ourselves with.

We can be sons and daughters of our decisions, our mistakes and our achievements.

We are the home for our loved ones and an unknown planet for the faces we never recognized.

We can be the words of someone else; we can remain an invisible shape along with the aura we carry.

We could be what we wear, how we live, what we wish for.

Failure or success, we could let others define us by what we done or we could stop being who we were to become what we are.