12.10.12

Streams from many places converged to make me.

Winds blew several flames together to conceive me.

Words spill out of me. Melodies stain my tongue.

Each day, I draw near to a different part of myself.

Thankful for connection.

Saddened by the distance.

A beautifully haunting presence surrounds me.

I wish they would tell me what to do.

But it is clear that from here, I must choose.

I have earned that, yet I am reluctant to take it.

My destiny waits for me to remember I deserve it.