You are a vision
You are a living, breathing entropy
of estimates, ambitions, assessments, foregone identities,
All that was about to be yet materialised otherwise, everything that could have been, but rather was not.
You are a vision realized in its unfulfillment
You are abundant in your incompleteness, convinced in your quandaries, absolute in your relativisim.
You are a vision nurtured by a longing that in its own humble self is a stable quantum of possibilities, made relevant by their ability to remain a possibility, an isolated continuum of potential in preservation.
You are a vision conceived in the abyss of your latent intellect, spiralled into the realms of existence, like whispers of sweet promises whilst you are tickled by the routine passage of chance, or perhaps you are leaden with delirium. (for that is what possibility feeds on, your indifference or your preoccupation and everything in between)