As time and space intermingle and move in one harmonious wave, we see but moments flash before our simple eyes as the universal dance unfolds.

It has been quite a while since I sat down and wrote what I feel. Now I am calm, I am serene relative to the storm I was before.
But the words still boil within, a soup of all and nothing, of great and small, of wide and tall besides short and small.

I watch from the sidelines and everything seems so unusual. People fighting one another for silly things, others declare their love without comprehending what it is, some just waste life by comforming to someone elses vision. Often, I question my humanity, not in the sense that I am better than them, but saying that I am something... different, someone who watches, thinks and does... differently.

I jump once more. My brain hurts.

Who am I? Who are we? Why are we? Where are we? When are we? Relative to what?

Sometimes I am everyone, yet I am nobody, I am immortal but dead, I am all-powerful yet impotent, I am on both sides of the spectrum, bot extreme and average, I am everything, but only for a moment, one moment in the uncountable ammount that forms a lifetime.

I want out. I want out. I want out.

Who are you?

I am you.
I am you.
I am you.
I am you.
I am you.
I am you.
I am you.
I am you.
I am you.