A Question All Its Own

Who am I?

You see me soaring through the clouds as I watch the white waves flow past. 

 It’s surreal to me, yet here I am real as can be. 

 I am in multiple different worlds as you watch me soar, yet to me I am grounded to one. 

At times I am surrounded, other times I am alone. 

I am at peace as I watch the world speed past my eyes, nevertheless I am nervous.

 Emotional turbulence in the small slot of time in a seconds past.

 Forever circulating all around me.  

Who am I?

I am solid at first glance, but only if you don’t come too close. 

Yet, I make you curious so you slowly close in coming to the realization I am anything but. 

I transform before your eyes, as you swipe away the fog from your eyes, taking it all in.

 While I become a different story, unbeknownst to you I think, I have unequivocally been this way all along.

I am me.

Who am I?