Alive, Life, and Love: METAM OR PHOsIS
 I am somebody else's story. The girl who served their
 drink, the person they pushed past on a crowded street, the
 one who broke their heart. I have happened in so many
 places, to so many people the essence of me lives on in
 these nuances, these moments.
 Yet never have I been bolder or brighter than I am with
 you. Not once have I ever felt so alive. Whatever vessel we
 pour ourselves into, mine is now overflowing, brimming
 with life. It is transcending into something new
 Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are
 no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no lon
 name, it is a call. And love is no longer love-love is you.
 Lang Leav