I am, like you, a juxtaposition of contradiction, simple to complex. Ravenous, I eat books to fill my gullet storied imagination to find depth within the pages printed solid the ideas left unspoken. And I build sturdy the sentences to say what others will not but tuck each piece away for fear of being misunderstood and only share upon self-inflicted obligation. I push awkward my comfort to share little written pieces of myself to strangers knowing I cannot hide them forever.

I am crazy socks. Pale skin. Soul for miles. Thoughts dancing wildly. I am words. All the books I've ever read. A poet. Sentimental. I wear my heart on my fingertips. I am nothing. I am everything.

Love is everywhere. Love to love.

I am drawn to shiny people.