I am but flesh and blood.
Like others, but not.
A unique togetherness:
Bones that break,
Eyes that see,
Teeth that bite,
But more than that as well.
I am also love and hate.
Like others, but still not.
Dreams to follow.
Fears that overwhelm.
Anxiety that consumes.
I am made of many things.
A constellation of different things.
And some shared things.
All of them me things.
My own universe of strangeness.
That will someday grow,
From flesh and blood to a galaxy.