(She shifts uneasily in her chair, her legs crossed beneath her) 

I am a lot of things ...
Mostly sentences converging, falling on top of themselves like lovers, left in fragments thereafter for me to put back together.  A Heart beating its living purposefully, enjoying both the suspension and fall of the thunders crash. A Soul whose urge is to create new worlds in the empty spaces. A Mind willing to open to the light. Also ... a Voice with a story to weave.