Dear Reader: I Am

I am the window that brings light into the dark room. I am that light. I am a mountain few are able to climb. A book too complicated to read. I am sweet wine and whiskey, shaken not stirred. Born of Earth. I am hidden amongst the stars rare, but not rare - well done you found me.

Dear Reader,

On a journey to find myself, I lost myself to find myself.

X, -A