Words describe my connection to wild places, my symbiosis with the wilderness. I am wilderness. My soul is those wild, lonely places – windswept mountain passes, the rocky crags, and wandering herds upon endless grasslands. There is no difference between those things and what is found within me. This is true too of the sea. The vibrant blue of tropical waters. I am but a damselfish in an ocean of coralline hues. The schools of great fish swim through my heart and onto the deserts of my mind – those Forgotten Lands, bone dry – but bright and welcoming. Bring your own water, for I have none to give. I am wilderness.