Probably I’ve never told you that I write poetry, so here’s a short one about how life has been feeling lately: i laugh at my glassy eyes because I know they are flimsy fickle things. i breathe in my drive because i’m going places, reaching heights that cross the Milky Way and run through bottomless black holes. I sing colors that move me because I find beauty in art and human emotion. I write and read because the world is a feast and I am here to get high off of all the culture that I can until my soul feels full.