I am unique, but intricate; beautiful, but dangerous; pleasant, but intense; small, but significant. I spiral through life, riding the wind and slicing at the sky. I defy the path set before me while building a strong, insurpassable avalanche of passions and truths. I do not know where I am going, but each crystal bead of water I collect on the way down refines my identity and reinforces my structure. I am ever-changing-one out of billions, but splendidly my own unique sculpture. I coast down a mountain on my peacock snowboard, carving my personal legend into a blank slate; a limitless space that these specks, these snowflakes, create.