Do you remember how the riddles go, how they tell it where I come from? It is a spectrum of self-declaration; like so:
I am something, I come down but never go up what am I?
I am rain!
So dear riddles,
I AM SOMETHIN’
I am something…when you break me I multiply; what am hIgh?
HIGH ON SOMETHING, when I see darkness, I am enlightened, dot am I?
Hi, am something…when you deny me, I GrOw stronger, worth am I?
LIe am something, when I am forgotten, I linger in memory, hot am I?
Buy am something, when you steal from me, I remain still; but am I…?
Bhai, am something, when you loose me, I am present; caught am I?
I am some thin, when I am f@ I am full of a good heart, butt am I?
My yam something, if I fill you, I wouldn’t be empty, naught am I?
I am something when nothing, what (really) am I?