who am i?

Dear diary,

Do I need to introduce myself? Or do you already know me. Because I don’t know myself. What I am ? am I a wind that blows in everywhere strive to find my place in the vast horizon?or am I a bird that had a flock once but now wandering in stray trying to find them? Or am I a mountain carrying all the baggage of others and have no feelings for myself? Or am I a flower releasing my scent in a bare land hoping that somebody would find me? Or maybe it’s possible I am a goldfish in a lonely lake. Isn’t it irony?

The emptiness of life finally found me and told who I am i?

I am a human with hard feelings about life ,questioning the existence of myself, failed to embrace the living and wailing in the past . I asked who made me like this?

It said it’s you and your mind and immediately I wondered and asked who made me think like this and the emptiness said the quest of you to find who are responsible than accepting your fault did this to you.