Autobiography

Do you know me?
Would you like to?


Autobiography in Five Words

I was born eyes open.

Autobiography in Ten Words

I remember self obliteration before I put concepts to words.

Autobiography in Twenty Words

Bursting through the walls of my mother, I found chaos and struggle. My head hit yours and I found peace.

Autobiography in Fifty Words

My hands still retain the same fingerprints I was born with. My bones grew. My hair grew. My mind grew. But these fingers and hands, they settled. Through all the darkness, and all of the light, it is comforting to know that one can find an independent variable in life.


And so it continues.