I was born to take care of flowers, nodding in the off current winds, sweet later summers scents saturated in humidity, I was born to be among them, to live unencapsulated stretched to the stratosphere, under the pink to orange clouds, existing where the night and day meet, and leave, and unable to put words into what that time and place is, unworded enamory, I was born to merge what I see with what I feel and what I know with what I’m becoming, a wordless oracle without full understanding, dreaming into the spaces where I can’t see in full, I was born among flowers, I see myself into them everywhere, I look for them in everything.