You must be confusing me with who I use to be, but I’m not her anymore.
I’m not a sad and pathetic empath who can’t keep it together.
No.
And no, I’m not a cancer survivor.
I’m not an ex-lover, sister or daughter.
No. No.
I’m not a Natural Health Crusader, and I don’t care about people.
No.
And, I’m not a friend, and I’m not all my loose ends.
No.
And I’m not a runner.
I’m not a fighter.
I’m not an athlete, and I’m not a lesbian.
And I’m not straight.
I’m not bi either.
No.
I’m not short, I’m not tall and I’m not like a seahorse.
No, not at all.
And I’m not a Long.
I’m not Sarah.
No…
Not even a little bit.
What I really am, am, am…
What I am is a no thing.
A particle in the quantum field, ya see.
So I do not exist in any time or any place, but I am everything and I am everywhere all the time.
And these things I use to be…
They’re just part of the story I was telling, because I am telling my story.
Every damn day, the life I have, I created it.
So I’m just like, “shit son, if I created such a shitty life, maybe I can change it to a really good one?”
And so that’s what I’m doing.
I’m re-writing my life.
Or writing my new life?
I dunno…
Either way, I’m doing something pretty special.
So, on that note, allow me to introduce myself.
I am unknown.
I am supernatural.
And I am becoming Artist Sarah Long.
I have yet to figure out who she is, but I am excited to find out.
