patterns repeat
1, 2, 4, 8, 16, 32
they never end
nothing ever ends
light goes on
energy
matter is neither created nor destroyed
only changed in form
like me
i am not who i was 3 years ago
i am not who i was yesterday
i am not who i was an hour ago
always growing
always changing
interests come and go
so do people
why would anyone expect identity to be fixed?
i do not believe my soul is tied to this body
i have been so much more
and so much less
existence is not defined by consciousness
i’m acutely aware of where i’ve been
that this shape is not the only i’ve had
perhaps the stars are calling to me because
they miss me too














