I am whatever you say I am. A hot air balloon longing to reach the stars, even knowing it never will. A stone resting by the shore, destined to weather away, yet unafraid of either the blazing sun or the storm. I am whatever you say I am. The sweat you long to wipe away, yet the proof of how far you've run. A barren land that cannot count its grains of sand, yet whose dust helps you climb higher. A dazzling noise that overwhelms, yet awakens the mind. You may guess who I am, but your guesses could never contain my whole spectrum. Labels only make me smaller. I refuse to be predicted by adjectives. Because humans are constellations, so am I.