The Book of the Dead.

I was exploding,
then I expanded in every direction,
like I was in every place at once,
like the air.
Seconds of this small death,
Yet I wasn't dead only free from my shell.

I felt like I was life its self
with everything just moving about me.
I could feel everything,
every cell, every energy,
Yet I was completely alone,
there was nothing like me,
but the wind.

Even the sun can say hello to the moon, stars to stars, but the wind is alone, it is in everything and therefore apart of everything, but nothing is with it.
The wind exists alone, giving air and life to everything, but also it moves away,taking itself away,
you can never tell the air what to do.

I became a kind of windy star, I was just floating around with no reason, it was like asking why the water moves, or has ripples.
I just was.