Blurring Reality

I am the rhythm of the rainfall upon the cascading roof on a warm summer's day.

I am the blur of blowing sand on the ocean's silky shore.

I am the young child's comfort when she weeps.

I am the one who remembers the long forgotten haunts of the past.

I am the mysterious as the hush of dawn and the vanishing crescent moon.

I am the palm tree on the solitary island's coast, swaying in a cool, sweet smelling breeze.

I am the leader, the follower, the watcher

When the light fades, I am there to brighten up the day

I am Imagination's clay, molded at the Potter's hand

I am the lines, words, and phrases of a storyteller's web

I am filled with zeal to live my life

I am on the edge of insanity