Waiting for Discovery...

You don’t know me.
How can you think you know me when I don’t even know myself?
I don’t know who I am from one day to the next, one minute to the next, one second . . .
I can fly so high at times, like a diamond that radiates a million different hues in the sun’s glow.
And it’s so beautiful.
Oh, but those colors can fade, as all colors do.
And my high comes crashing to the ground in the blink of my eye, and it hurts to blink.
I don’t know what makes me me. 
And you don’t either.
But I’m here, alive and willing to learn.
And oh how sweet and comforting it is to know that you’re forever willing and waiting to take that risk with me.