Color me Grey.

Uniquely my own, never meeting or hearing another name exactly the same, Try looking for my name on a keychain or a mug, you won't be successful. You can find it in the wind though, blowing by your face. It's pronounced Air in.

My name is me, Arin. It's the confusing color of grey. All alone inbetween black and white. I am parts of two wholes put together to create something different. If combined to the shape of an object, I would be something useful. A cloud, yes a cloud will fit my name. Filled with water, and can be more than one shape. When you reach out to touch, it's like it was never there, and leaves you with a handful of water. The heat you feel at highnoon on a Summers day. Wave to the skies and say hello, as the sun hits your arms and the clouds wave back.

I have often thought that if I was born with a differnt name, will I still be me? Will I still be the odd shade of grey? These questions begin to haunt me. No, I wouldn't be the same. If the name was Alice I would imagine a girl who liked acting, and could persuade people with a blink of an eye. Her color would be royal purple, at times relaxing but harsh if needed. I am Arin, not Alice. My name will never change, but I will in time. Arin is who I was in the past, now in the present, and soon in the future. I consider my name a time capsule holding my entire being.

I am not just the color grey, but also air and clouds. Maybe one day I will be a rainbow. To end off the essay, lets review. I am the wind, the shade of grey, a cloud, Summer heat at highnoon, and finally I'm Arin, not Alice.

xox

(this was written for my english class to start off the year, the "My Name" essay. i read it to my mom, and she was like, POETRY! uhhh okay :] she says my brother should make a song about it. if he does i will make a music video to it:] BYEE)