Sunscribes

Have you ever felt like your life is not a new story, but a remembrance? Like your footsteps are echoing through an ancient myth that was whispered long before you were born, passed from tongue to tongue, fire to fire, generation to generation. And every time you hear it told, something in you stirs, not curiosity but recognition. As if they are speaking about you. As if the legend is not history, but destiny. I know my story is not new, because no new sun rises, it is the same Sun returning. One flame igniting billions of candles, one source breathing through every life. I don’t want to read the old texts and risk diluting what is already alive in me. I want to feel it first, untouched and unspoiled, because I do not need to search through the scriptures to know the truth is already etched into my heart. I would rather guard the ember burning in my chest, let it breathe on its own, and write from that living fire.