Who am I?

[sarahlascelles]

Memories have become like butterflies, flittering by, hard to catch. I have flashes of thoughts or images, but when I focus on them, I find no context.

I want to tell Winters he is wrong about gods but cannot find the words.

I tell a god that my personal experience is that gods manifest is usually bad news but cannot remember why.

I agree with an angel that there is one true god, but that there are still other things using that name.

I tell a, what was the word, Vulcan that 'god' is just a label.

All that, just about about gods, and I don't know why or how I know any of it.

I tell a superhero that my experience is that it is magic users that go bad rather than scientists, but then cannot remember a single example, just that we dont dont trust them where I come from.

Someone tells me that someone else's world is 'A TV program where I come from' and realise that I know what a TV program is but cannot remember ever watching one.

I know that a world that is flat and born by elephants and turtles is ridiculous but then I know seconds later that it is merely to the furthest edges of the realms of reality and then I know seconds after that that I have no idea what that even means.

I know neither reality nor time are as static as the scientifically inclined amongst us think, but have no words to explain how they fluctuate.

 
I know I think I should protect those I think are weaker than me but feel no urge to seek protection from those who seem stronger. But equally I know I dont have much respect for 'heroes' who endanger others through thoughtless actions like running off into the woods.

I remember how to fight, but I feel slow and weak, like I haver forgotten how to use my feet properly.

I know that I believe in justice and that justice sometimes means death but I dont think I kill indiscriminately.

I am out of time. I know I have been a mariner, a captain, an admiral, that I have served a king, that I went shopping somewhere a Cheshire Cat could shop, and I think I have left more than one life behind me.

The only thing that really solidifies is that I was born in the core and found my way to the edge and the spiral, and that allows movement between realities, but I have no idea how or when



It seems to bother me somewhat less than it bothers others.

Oh, and I know I can hold my liquour.