I Am...
I am a bird at a feeder, sampling the tapas of life and never seemingly full.
I am a child in a cradle, waiting for life to envelope me and yearning to go further.
I am a dancer on a stage, waltzing the pas-de-deaux solo and content with myself.
I am a comet near a galaxy, traveling my own path and marveling at our tiny potentials.
I am a universe upon a dimension, expanding myself to create something from nothing.
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