sometimes it is too much to put into words, but for you i will try

sometimes i am made of lightning, fizzling and crackling and shooting feelers down to the earth to find a place to connect.

sometimes i ricochet across the sky at 130,000 miles an hour. sometimes this is not fast enough.

but sometimes i am the ground it strikes, hard and heavy stagnant earth.

sometimes i am both at once and switching back and forth.

there is too much electricity here. i do not know myself.

mostly i am having a grand and giggly time but i do not know myself.