Thoughts about myself.

My synapse tells my body to move, my heart to beat, my lungs to ungulate. What part of my cortex defines my desire to live. Not to survive and be reactionary. Monkeys are defensive and primally motivated. I am a being that calls for vitality, as a grey robin flutters to Sleeping Beauty. I desire wisdom and the ability to walk above my flesh. Winds shift out of phase. Storm fronts are fickle. I am a monsoon.