Who am I?
I used to journal as a kid and begin every new diary with a proclamation of self. I would attempt to answer “who am I?”
And would proceed to list various things I believed I was — a writer, a self nominated “bad-ass” that was far to innocent to join any bitch club back then. I believe I took on some of these jagged edges for protection, for a sense of power.
I used to only say things about the physical. My identity was based upon this body. I’ve since leaned away from the human narrative and into my eternal shadow (and light). There is something spiritual about being agnostic that I wasn’t expecting.
When I realised religion was synthesised in the mind of man — what could stop me from crafting my own comfort? Was I any less prophetic than the prophets of old? How many times could I believe the world was going to end before the jig was up?
Today, I was thinking about the same thing — “who am I?” How has that definition changed? Have I come up with any better ways to articulate this consciousness steeped inside my flesh? Could I do it in a way that comforts me as heaven once did?
Who am I?
I am an alien on earth here to collect memories. I was born to remember everything I already know deep inside.
I am one soul that exists in between the atoms, just like anyone else — everything else. I am the life force that allows me to breathe. I am the divine matrix acting as string, holding together the fabric of the universe.
I am a thought, a memory — a moment. I am pure energy that leaps from within to the outside world. I am a single perspective, a window into what is now.
I am timeless.
I am the alpha, the omega.
I am each breath of the mortal.
I am expansive — bigger than any person, any single meat suit. I hold multiple contradictions and labels that bust open when I step inside.
I am a cauldron brewing, I am a potion bubbling — I am one magical bitch.
And if that’s not enough;
Take it up with the gods.
They created me to sing the wonders of the universe, as we all were.
As us all have been crafted to do — so, speak to one another as if it was just another piece of oneself — ourself.
Us.
Who am I?
a n y t h i n g i h a v e e v e r d r e a m e d
And so is everyone else too.
