I am the world.
I am the sky, the sun, the moon and all the stars.
I am the day and the night. Dusk and dawn.
I am the wildest dream. The scariest nightmare.
I am fire and ice.
I am a crumpled mess of thoughts and silence. I am gentle and I am harsh and death and life and divine and devilish and anger and lust and love and hate.
I am all you ever want. All you ever need. All you crave and all you push away.
I’m the word in your prose and the meaning in your poetry.
I am a cluster of paradoxes.
I am not this world.
I am the universe.
Am I enough?