If I could, I wouldn't be writing for you to get sense of who I am.. You'd be there.
Be there in  a fleeting moment of creativity.
You'd see the frustration and anxiety as much as the frequent glimmers of happiness.
You would hear my ineffable laughter on starry song-filled summer nights.. as would you sense the concentration on winter school days,
Hopefully you would see a few triumphs, but it is all a triumph to me; to feel the pulse under my wrist and the air I breathe.
It is always the smallest victories that are the most important.