I feel big.
I am small.
I want to help people.
I push people away.
There is light.
I glow in the dark.
I feel safe.
I am the danger.

  Sometimes I think of this memory I intertwined with reality and my own additions. It can stop time. It can block the sound and blind the sun. It is a good thing this memory does not solely rely on reality. How sad I would feel when the tangible fleets into another realm and takes my pseudo-memory with him. But it is mine because I co-created it and it stops time…sound and those feelings that I tightrope across.
  
This memory makes me part of the whole just for a moment. The tightrope becomes thicker, almost like a rickety bridge to the other side of the precipice, where more decisions will be made.

I am the danger.