You.
And the energies within and around me.
And experience.
And the wind.
And the ground.
And poetry.
And spirits of those who’ve come before.
And Dean Koontz.
And people I love.
And people I don’t love.
And fire. The kind that burns within and burns the without.
And music.
And clouds.
And my body. All bodies.
And trees.
And my Tater.
And Ms. Gibson.