Everything that comes out of you, words or actions, become external eternally. You leave extensions of yourself wherever you go, whoever you speak to, and whatever you do. Sometimes what you extend is unique to a certain situation or person, but isn’t it amazing to realize that leaving pieces of yourself can still allow you to be or become whole? For me, everywhere I have travelled, all of the people I’ve met, all of the foreign accents I’ve delivered, have all allowed me to see myself for who I really am. It’s a beautiful thing to tear yourself apart and see the different shades of the true light. I am what I give, what I take, what I come to, what I leave, what I hear, what I say, what I taste, what I feel, and what I see. I’ve trotted different boundaries, in different countries and even within different sections of my own city. By leaving these traces, I’ve become whole while disintegrating myself. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.