Everything is connected.

Thought it'd be cool to share a poem I wrote recently : 

1/23/25

I am a multitude of irreducible acts of reinvention. 

I have felt the bliss of becoming all things to my perception of reality, for the weight on my heart is heavy. 

For the curiosity of my mind becomes scattered hope, in retrospect I was grown to be accustomed to fabricated and altered visuals imitating what is true. 

Maybe I’m too young to understand the distortion of my likeness that is to be perceived. 

For the true light I find, is the one within myself. I don’t need my reflection to see that.

I am every echoed thought tethered and strung, I am the wind that kissed the ends of my fingertips, I am every bodily sensation. 

I am not something that can be replaced, I am enduringly myself. 

I am the morning light that grazes my lashes because it must do so.

The moment my eyes flutter to the dewy sunrise, I know what I am because everything around me makes it so. 

I am everything I experience. 

So I live to experience everything.