I am unsure of what you are. You are beautiful. But I can't think of any words that fit you. You don't fit between the tight structures of letters and sentences. You are outside of that. You are more than that. You are everything, but within that, you are nothing, because nothing seems to quite suit you. You're you, and I can't describe you in any other way.
I don't know. I don't really know how I'm supposed to describe you. I like to consider myself a writer, and I like to think that I can describe things in ways that other people can't, in a way that beautifies something that's almost objectively normal and extraordinarily simple. I think that I have words for everything. But you confuse me.