a snowflake fell then. a rain drop falls now.
how many moments passed? from when i made the decision with the falling of the snowflakes in the corner of the tea house, to when i lay on the bed next to her and the falling rain.
how many moments passed? from when i peed my pants (for real) on the cement sidewalk, to when i pee on the leaves and grass covering the mountains.
how many moments passed? from when i fell asleep in the foggy cafe window, to when i forget to sleep because of bliss given by the touch of a brother.
decisions connecting, decisions guiding. and who am i to know where they lead, who am i to know how the web is woven. who am i.
to know.
who i am.
i am who, and i am how. i am how the currents flow, i am how the stories are told, i am how the cells remember. simply, i am.
in me, the moments passed are comprised. i hold memories of replicated scenarios, on different lands. of replicated learning, in different bodies.
for this, i live.
for this,
i am.
liquid fruitions 