Me? Yes, me.

The sight of a beautiful landscape should never be missed

And the scent of a warm loaf of bread should always be appreciated

Yet, the tastless liquid of water is never needless

Neither is the soft fabric from which the ground comes springing.

I would be the first to admit that life's quite a terrifying bore

without the constant beating of another nearby soul

And God forbit should I be left alone,

without the rhymthic soothing vibration of a musical note.

A personalized inanimate companion has recently become a trend

Yet, my only true constant friend lives in the dark spaces of a hidden upstairs tent.

Life has its moments of flash and slow-motion

Yet, without me, myself, and I, can there truly be any movement?

At the possibility of sounding completely narcisistic, and a tad bit of hippy,

I'm here to declare that after years of inner battle, the one I hold dearest to my heart is none other than me.