Parts of Me

There are gazillion parts of me

I do not know how many more

I will be before I tumble into a single unit.

There is the part of me that sees the sunset

and there is the part that falls in love

 with it every time it happens.

There is the part of me that keeps

running away in order to be found some day.

Then there’s the part of me that wants to

grab people by their shoulders and shake them hard

when they say I am shy.

There is the part of me that coughs

into my hands and there is the part of

me that forgets to say god bless you when

the other part of me sneezes.

There is the part of me that pins hundred

needles in my brain when someone talks in numbers.

There is the part of me that makes swoosh noises

in my eardrums when I read words.

There is the part of me that watches the darkness

of the moon on the walls and there is the part that

 waits for the stars to emerge out.

There is the part of me that wants to rise up

from the reality like a cloud and float away

And there’s a part of me like a block of concrete

 filled with no air making the former part quit.

There is the part of me that says

nothing matters and there is the part of me

that does everything to make that true and there is

the part of me that realizes how ridiculous

that is.

There is the part of me that feels

it is solemnly the best I can ever be.