I am a vortex of consonance and contradiction. I am a story about words I’ve said, words I’ve read, words I’ve repeated, words I’ve forgotten yet have molded me.
I look like a body I’ve been, clothes I’ve bought, found, received, let go. I sound like a voice that has said many words, sung many songs, mumbled many secrets, lungs that have breathed a few times a minute for very nearly sixty five years.
I am different than you, even if you are me. I am also very much like every being in the universe.