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.
