People surround me as if they were a field of flowers facing me the as sun but when the clouds cover me who am I? Who do I reply in like the flowers to the sun or rain? I could say it's the chemical makeup of whatever is combusting inside of me but it's a part of me. My companion is space the void and a feeling of emptiness that comes with it but it is empty and whole at the same time. May I look at the stars and their kind faces to accompany me but in the end I am different till my heart explodes in a incandescent display.
