Which element are you ? (A deep quiz to determinate who you really are) -

Question of

You’re at a party, what are you doing ?

You’re outside, talking to someone you just met. Or maybe you already knew them, you can’t really remember. All you know is that you feel incredibly tired.
You’re surrounded by people. That’s alright, you like it. You’re telling stories, you’re making everyone laugh and feel good. This is what you do
You’re here, dancing, in your best outfit, everyone is looking at you. Cheers
You’re not here. You didn’t bother to come. Why would you ?
You drink. You drank a little too much. Who’s this girl and why is she looking at you like that ? You don’t feel so good. Why are you here again ?

Question of

Choose a sad moment

A good-bye, grey skies, rain on the windows, no looking back
The fulgurant pain in the heart, the end of a book, the death of a worm, the lost of a friend
The silence after saying something you shouldn’t have. The tears on their face. Maybe on your face too, you’re not so sure
Returning after an evening, sitting on the floor, the smile leaving your lips, the silence deafening.
The feeling of being alone, even if you’re surrounded by people. The incertitude of really being here. Looking at an old picture

Question of

Did you forgive them ?

That’s the past, it’s behind us
No.
Yes
Yes, but in the back of my mind…
…

Question of

Forgive or forget ?

Forgive
Forget

Question of

Chose a random thing that marked you forever

Dead poet society
The French revolution
Gracie Abrahams
That show you watched when you were young
A dream you had years ago

Question of

Your godly parent? Sorry, no I didn’t put Apollo, Artemis or Zeus, too obvious. Take your other one

Dyonisus
Hermes
Ares
Aphrodite
Hestia

Question of

Chose a poem

if I am not my scars, then what am I? / I am not a poet / or a writer / or a painter / I am not a saint / or a sinner. / I am not the person / I want to be / I am words on a page. / I am a weight on a scale. / I am a face in the mirror. / I am the scars on my skin / that were caused by / my own hand while living a life / I don’t want to live.
She was a chatterbox / Outgoing and spirited / Blasting chats on full volume / Like a party animal / Little did she know / She was hit by a mute button / By people outside her / Walking in the vows of silence / Heavy and dejected / Fighting over and over / For her voice to be heard / “Hear me out please!” / Ringing through the void / Before giving herself into silence / The lump in her throat / Slowly turned into a knot / Blocking out her voice / With no words coming from her / A ‘X’ black tape covering her mouth / Soon finding herself / Being on mute
Did you hope I wouldn’t notice / You gave me empty words to drink? / Well my tongue’s tasted more lies / Than you would ever dare to think / You’re not the only one / With truth like poison in their veins / Whose ribes are shaped like cages / Holding tightly to the pain. / I knew the bitter flavour / Of a heart that’s given up / Before my lying lips / Had even touched that wrecked cup / And when you pour a glass / Of words to cover what you hide / Perhaps don’t leave your secrets / Clinging tightly to the side
I’ll never be / That me again
I drift in and out of people’s lives / Like a feather in the breeze / You never really know I’m there / Until I start to leave / I don’t make my connections deep / Because I’m scared of what I’ll lose / I don’t try to compete with anyone else / And I’ll never make you choose / I prefer to stick to the sidelines / Because the spotlight hurts m my eyes / I hide behind a constant smile / So you won’t know it’s a disguise / People tend to forget I’m there / When I’m in a crowded room / I can disappear for days on end / And I’m bound to do it soon / Don’t worry If you notice I’m gone / I never meant to stay / But I know that you won’t miss me long / I’ll be forgotten in a day

Question of

What kind of music do you listen to ?

Music I can relate to
Music that lets me go wild, scream the words into the void, jump and run and go crazy
Sad, tragedic music, of which I can feel the vibrations down my bones
Music that connects to me in a way I can’t explain but touches me deeply
Music that can make me forget what I think about, that clears my head and frees me from my thoughts