I like to think about how I once was stardust, and one day will turn into the dust plants will grow from and flowers will bloom in. I like to think of life as a jargon in itself. I am me, the daughter, the mother, the child, the woman, all at once. I am me, the heartbreaker, the heartbroken, the loved, the once hated, the winner, the forever woken, the vice. I am me, the chirp of birds, the hiss of snakes, the yawn of dawn, the breathlessness. I am the creation of an almighty so mighty no one can see. I am me. Me as I am.