A 23-old’s journey

How do I describe myself to you when I feel like there aren’t enough words in the human language that could make you understand me?

Maybe I’m yet to discover these words because what I know does not does not do justice to what I’m trying to say to you.

I am like an unfinished piece of poetry. 

A man who gave up too early.

I am like a song that started off too boring. And the listener had no patience to listen. 

In the end, the part comes, but the listener has given up. 

They have missed the masterpiece that only exists if you’re patient enough to discover it. 

Only if you’re patient enough to keep trying. 

Only if you’re patient enough to finish writing that poem. 

And maybe I haven’t discovered myself yet.

Maybe I am like the unfinished poems in my notebook. 

Maybe, I am meant to discover more, 

to try more, 

to listen till the end.

And maybe, just maybe.

I’ll be able to gather the words to describe myself to you.

And when I do,

It’ll be an impeccable locution.