If you don't ask its a default no.

I become faced with three: my body, my soul and my shadow.

The urge to write to keep going, to not stop, not out of panic, not out of pressure, but a pulse. 

My consciousness drifts into space.
Black matter surrounds me, endless, silent.

If you’re not growing, you’re falling behind - there’s no such thing as staying stagnant, at least in my mind.

So let's dance together

My car was the first thing I found at the age of 16 to be reliable and stable. Which is why I appreciate Matilda (my car) so much. In the midst of an unstable household, I was able to find a sense of consistency.