What if words are static? Finite?
Lover. Murderer. Comedian. Doctor. Bitch. Liar. Good. Homophobe. Saint. Jew. Kind. Hateful. Slut. Angel. Racist. Male. Heart-throb. Queer. Back-stabber. Evil. American. Young. Brown-noser. Sweet. Innocent. Beautiful. Female. Haggard. Old. Christian. Ugly. Terrorist. Humble. Stupid. Boring. Snob. Chinese. Smart. Misogynist. Muslim. Sexy. Poor. Appealing. Bossy. Bad. Trash. Adulterer. Capitalist. Hero. Skinny. Millennial. Sick. Communist. Illegals. Elitist.
What if I am constantly evolving from conception to death and I'm not the same being that I came in as?
What if words are traps? Limitations?
What if?
Oh hey. I’m loving this labels perspective. I’m sick of my labels. I’m just me now.