To be.

I’m off to find myself. Off to rediscover what I’ve known for so long. I am my own self creation: sculptor, artist of my flesh.

Stand before your clay, gather it gently in your arms. This time you will start a new wave of patterns, a collage of intricate webbing so that you might be caught as dew along the silky threads.

Spider to your soul, you are the fly.
You are the devourer.

My form will melt, shift, mold itself to my whim. I am changing so that I may stay true to who I am. I will have wings. Today I will soar. Today I will be, eternally ineffable, unfinished, imperfect and complete.

I am off.

Today I am off to find myself. Will you come with me?