My body is a picture book

Each scar a chapter of my life

Every callus is a record of effort and time

Every cut a tear, every injury a ripped page

Carefully taped together, stronger than before

My mind is a novel

Thousands upon thousands of words woven into my skull

The chapters are never ending, the story is never finished

A pen creating an outline for what I will say

Annotations fill the margins for alternate scenarios

My voice is a symphony

The soothing syllables that dance in the air

The strong waves move every heart it touches

The chords for the song erupting from my very being

My eyes are a camera

The shutter moves at a fraction of a second

Moving around as fast as lightning

The lenses shift, shrink, and zoom

Effortlessly focusing on the surrounding sights

My movements are a dance

A smooth motion, a lagging motion

The expression of inner strength and weakness

Breaking my body to create a new, stronger form

Falling apart, only to be put back together with a new story to tell

My experiences are endless, adding by the second

My thoughts are rivers, twisting and bending in a never ending flow

My emotions are ingrained in my existence, the sediment piling up until it forms something new 

Or until it breaks

My entire self is a cacophony

New sounds, smells, colors, feelings

Adding every moment it exists

A romantic, chaotic, painful, passionate, loving, loathing, endless universe

Constantly expanding from the second it was created.