On Being Me

I sit below the tree and the apple drops naturally. Gravity shifts in my hips and I am laid flat. Being the being that others seek to destroy is both a male and female proposition. Let's just say that I was born that way, BOTH. It makes sense in my head, but not in my bed. Being defined by culture means that I must hide and not communicate the reality. So much LSD of entity in vicnity makes even HINDUS afraid of me. Every day there is a bluster and getting out os bed is all I can muster. Fighting styles change, but always they are linked to my faith in a timeline that I cannot see. There are so many people inside of me. Disruption in the force is the zero gravity situation that I see when I do not breath. I see not the imagery as I write to all of yee. It is time to set me free even though I am not a he.