󠀠            God,  who am I?        I sit in the library tonight,     the        
     lights glaring overhead, the fans whirring loudly.   Girls,  
     girls everywhere,   reading books.     Intent faces,   flesh 
     pink,   white,   yellow.       And I sit here without identity:    
     faceless.     My head aches.     There is history to read . . .    
     centuries to comprehend before I sleep,          millions of 
     lives to assimilate before breakfast tomorrow.  

             Yet I know that back at             the house there is my 
     room,       full of my presence.          There is my date this 
     weekend:             someone believes I am a human being,  
     not a name merely.  And these are the only indications 
     that I am a whole person,   not merely a knot of nerves,  
     without identity.  I'm lost. 

Currently Reading:  Pride And Prejudice, The Bell Jar
                  Watching:  Criminal Minds, Dexter, Modern Family