Who am I? An age old question that no one seems to answer. I have come to realize, I am not who I think I am, but who you think I am. What I know of myself does not contribute to your opinion of mi. I am how you see mi. The definition you give mi upon first impression is the one I shall carry for eternity in your mind. I exist, only if you believe I do. Our reality is what we make it. The world is the way you see it. This is why we all have different views and refuse to see another person’s logic. Their reality is not ours, because In order for one to understand what is real. One must be willing to open their mind and see what others see, for good or for worse, we think that our days on this E(art)h are numbered, But in reality we create as much numbers as we want to live in the reality of our minds, that sets us free in peace like a bird with no wings in E(art)h, that believes he could fly, but if you believe that you cant fly, look for mi. call upon my name. my name is Victor, but you could call mi a HumblePoet.