Make up on empty space

We change our identity so many times that we tend to lose track of who we are. The imagery suggests that the poems are made by just writing how you feel at the moment. They have no time to rhyme, their poetry slips onto the paper the way it would slip off their tongues. They are basically writing in a journal, things that don’t make sense, things that are being done at that very moment, things that they feel. They speak on it and turn it into a poem. That’s how I write mines. The imagery also suggest that the complexity of defining an identity comes from various different ways. The poet speaks of

I am putting make up on the empty space
Everything crumbles around empty space

Those two lines shows the irrelevance to mankind and this world because of the fact that she believes that empty space is what defines all that we are surrounded by. Maybe its just her world that she feel has an empty space because she only speaks of herself an her world in these terms.