I am of what I came from. I am the earth. My personality like that of the wind. It blows as it pleases, alternating directions, verying, inconsistant in speed. On certain days I settle like a leaf settles on the ground as the wind subsides. I can be still. I can be hyper. I can be confused, going around and around in my head like the winds of a tornado. All that I am can be compared to the earth. For I came from it, and am surviving off of it. As I leave I will pass through it. People often forget about the earth which is a dangerous way of living. Forgetting the earth is forgetting oneself.