Who am I here?
Am I a fingerprint on your pad of paper?
Am I the animal you keep feeding and cleaning?
What is this place I am in?
Is it full of needles with thread?
Is it crawling with stars of light?
Where am I headed to?
Can it be too far from my eyes?
Can it be deeper in my gut than love?
When is time going to stop?
Will it be before my hand reaches yours?
Will it be during my greatest moments of pleasure?
Why am I full of questions?
Does it mean anything to those who long?
Does it create any emotion in myself?
"Why yes," she says. "It is all of those."