Universe

Have you seen a lightning storm? The air is clear and sky is cast in blue rust. The electric light has formed a mystic bridge between the earth and the clouds above. Hollow, yet vast and filled. The paradox.

Here am I. You are in me. I have been before your sight all along. Close your eyes and I do not depart. How is it that sleep has come to my mind and from where did my memory first arise. Well I was always myself. Sometimes I knew it and at other times not.