I am rain that falls through atmospheres and returns as flowers. I am skies that never knew night. I am dream that flew through the infinite reaches and never left home. I am stories that coursed through the third heaven and returned to the rivers from where existence flows. I am night that wrapped around the idea of death, shining by a single candle against the winds of the world. I am streams that time is measured by. I am faith that has survived the meltdown of universes, and shattered daybreak. I am light from the beginning of the universe to end its travel in the twinkling of your eye. I am not you. I am me, and that is all I need in this life, or any other.
