In my emotional landscape

I am everything.

I am

warm smiles

lost in wind

I am

the pitch black beach

on a sunny day

I am everything

yet nothing.

I am the tear that cleaves

the mountain to twin

and like the river

I am seeking,

(or sometimes escaping),

to find my way

Home

I am the resistance

when dreaming

The future

I vision

I am all of it

Yet

Nothing

I am

like the everlasting wave

fading, and

reappearing

Over, and over

again.

— The voice of my ego.