I feel everything that governs me; my moments of truth, my moments of deception.
Sometimes, I can tell if I am warped by something or I have tentacles that touch all points in the universe.
I am strong and I am weak. The wind is my pain; sometimes it is as light as the breeze on my face, and sometimes as fatal as a hurricane.
I drive both inside me.
I am alive and I am dead.
I am my Universe.
Sometimes, I can tell if I am warped by something or I have tentacles that touch all points in the universe.
I am strong and I am weak. The wind is my pain; sometimes it is as light as the breeze on my face, and sometimes as fatal as a hurricane.
I drive both inside me.
I am alive and I am dead.
I am my Universe.
