I am something you know. Something good and bad. Divine and a little at times, monstrous. Raw and yet mysterious. Found and yet wandering. Known and yet unknown. I am something and nothing at the same time. Too much of everything at times to be anything. The silence and the full volume. Angelic and a walking hellfire when ignited. A storm tucked in between lengthening calms. I can be pure chaos when awakened, but also an unending conservator of peace. The bloom and the shedding as well as the pure sunshine and limitless rain. I am child and woman, winged and grounded. I am the up and the down, the life and the death of the total sum of my rebirth. I heal the beasts in me, releasing my own demons to preserve all the angels that need to water whatever heavens are left to salvage on this Earth. I am the thirty that life has not seen before.
-J.Wool, I Am the Thirty
