I am what you would call an unbalanced human being. I am all or nothing.  Divinity of the sea. Mother of earth. Saltwater child. Chameleon soul. Fiercely and unapologetically alive. Caught in the constant whirl of time, I am not who i was a decade ago, not a year ago, not even a breath ago. Endlessly reborn within the embrace of my own reality, my identity constantly being shed and reformed, like scales on a snake, i shed skin... don't we all? Like everything that matters, i am holy and unholy. Body and spirit. Water and earth. Hot and cold. ***** and pure. Unapologetically alive.
I am sensitive, like wild dandelions I dance wherever the wind takes me. I feel everything, my skin like a sponge, soaking and absorbing everything around me. A piece of my insides detaches, blends and merges with the people i come in contact with. I am all or nothing... and that is NOT my weakness.
I see myself in every creature.
I glimpse at my home, earth, with the eyes of a child, curious, hungry, constantly dreaming.
I choose to kneel before the innocent, before the broken and the wounded... We are all one after all, beautifully crafted, breathing and constantly rising.
I am all or nothing. Chaotic. and i have NO shame.
I mostly speak inside my head. I have conversations with the trees, the stars, paper, and pen. If you listen with your ears you will not be able to connect for i am all or nothing.
I spend my nights pulling stars and clouds from the sky and then arranging them on the piece of paper upon which my hands would lie.
You see, I am what you would call an unbalanced collection of constantly changing matter. Chaotic and unapologetically alive.

You can take your past experiences, stories, tales, recitals, breakups, knowledge, background, judgement, maturity, adult existence, practices, beliefs, know how's, intimacy, struggles, your grasp on reality, wisdom, dictionary, worldliness, affairs, alertness, apprehension, consciousness, enlightenment, sensibility, intelligence, foresight, your common sense, clear-sightedness,
and shove them darling,
Shove them.

Maybe what I've seen does not begin to describe what your mind can vividly comprehend,
but I see clearly and I do not await affirmation or seek validity from no one.

I,
I am a child of the universe.

Eyes,
windows to my soul.

My touch,
sensitive.

Mind,
in a constant haze.

Galaxies and stardust surround my every step.
Roses crown my alluring head.

I,
I am a child of the unknown.

Lilies and tulips sheathe the inside of my lungs.
Vines wrap and encircle my ribcage.

The flowers of my existence,
all in me...
all around me...

Darling,
I'm a child of the untold.

I gently wove home for a child I once buried in me

Threaded the stories and memories of her gone days into a roof above her head as I wrapped her fragile soul with all the blankets mother earth could offer.

From the darkness of the night sky I covered her windows
and from the oceans waters I gently watered her reveries into fruition.

I encircled her tiny establishment with the fruits of her night dreams and the trees of her day dreams, and seeds of her thoughts.

The sun,
the moon,
and the galaxies all danced around her head.

I sway around a house I hopelessly built from the remaining embers of gone days...
As I aimlessly water reveries that i pray will come alive.