One of many?
Or is it many of one?
The crushing expectation of ever shifting exposition.
The fine print, the details of individuality that define what it is to be you.
The creeping vines that surround you, the walls that are not.
The exposure that floods in, dictating what you can be.
Shining upon your every strength but emphasizing what should remain unseen.
The give and take, the ebb and flow.
The destruction and the salvation.
What it means to be you.
One of many?
Or
Many of one?