this skin i sink into is mine and i learn to live with it, sweat from it, and dream in it. all in this skin. ... some days i wake up and swear i’m from another parallel universe. i think the sun hits differently on my skin, or the bricks on the elderly home i see from my home is a little redder maybe? i spend the day trying to figure out what it is, and my brain feels like it’s burning memories into a cd, transferring data from beyond to my current state. i remember dad’s blueberry pancakes, and the yellow bird that i burried, and the taste of my first malt liquor. it floods in, without warning, and i’m in a daze. i am who are you?