My World

Habitually I built my world with the imagery opinions of others, then I would stand on top to proudly oversee the wild universe and declared, "Here I am!".

But opinions are flimsy and have no deep cause, direction altered as the wind blows.

And my world shattered.

Pieces of broken pieces.

Shattered.

Then I painstakingly started building another world. And then I would again stand on top to proudly oversee the wild universe and declared, "Here I am!".

But the world was again built with the imagery opinions of others. As the wind blew, and blow it must, my world shattered.

Pieces of broken pieces.

Shattered.

And then, something strange happened.

Strange as it may.

I began to sense my fresh existence.