REALISATION
I am who I am
If I speak through the words of another and act in the silhouette of another still yet I am not perfect but still I am in that in my imperfection lies the simple truth, I am who I am, unique.
If I sing the song of another, my tone, my echo my verbose, the rattle, the squeak, the pitch all but my very own. My signature ever present in every sound I produce.
If I walk in the shoes of another, my gait my step my breadth would all but give me away.
No matter what I do and who I emulate, envisage myself to be I will still only perfectly reveal in all that the tell take signs of Victor. My imperfection being the essence of my perfection