I am created in the warm, red, loud world of a womb
I am growing into a being of independence, a voyager, a pioneer, a sensory astronaut.
I am the sum total of a multitude of burnt tongues, skinned knees, childhood screams of delight, and eclectic memories created.
I am the depths of extruciating loss and pain and the euphoric heights of love.
I am capable of creating dreams beyond vision, seeing beyond into the light of another in my search for wisdom.
I am experience in constant motion, a Tesla coil of frequency.
A Universe orbiting in a world of other Universes of whom most have forgotten who they are.
I am remembering....