Who I am now. Who I am now... Who I am becoming. Who is yet to be. Who may look upon me and wonder how he could ever look like that or live like that and he may laugh truthfully. Even knowing doesn't change who I think I am now. I am bound by the boundless. I am tethered, somehow, to each version of myself. Every iteration. Every refraction. L i g h t L i g h t L i g h t lightness existing in the most graceful weave between each of me. Constant but impermanent. Influential and free.