Hello there. I'm not concerned with myself. I'm concerned with my ideas. That's all we are; our ideas. They recollect who you were. Reminisce over who you are. Foreshadow who you will be. 

If a single spark can light a fire, what can a whole matchbox do?

If a lonely shadow can over the truth, what about a storm?

What happens when you light a flame under a raging thunderstorm?

I wonder. Let's get lost together.