Lifetimes ago I was born. Settling to earth like a feather floats to the ground. I was created unique, and feeling a distance I cannot describe. Energy and time have pushed me forward. I have gone beyond blossoming. Breathing, breathing. Images have been filtering through my lashes since I was born. I have copied what I could into my mind, and now it lays open, ready to be plucked out, written down and read.