I relish creativity. For this is life and blood to the spirit. As I regard change as the energy to life that keeps waste from gathering. As I am afraid of the conservatism of the old that holds on to decay, and decries the buoyancy of change.
I long to taste the succulent air doused in the morning air. I watch sunlight entering a niche. energizing it with light. I glimpse a bird joyfully flying with lightning speed. I am a harbinger of light, a lamp post shedding light around it. I can be a catalyst for change, twirling the air to move freely in a changing constellation.
I exist for I am free. I survive for I am free. I scale mountains only when I am free.
The womb of nature liberated me at birth.