I write a lot about love.

I write a lot about love,

but my love's always unrequited.

maybe there's a metaphor in there or something.

Lately,

I've been thinking a lot

about why I'm here,

and it's made me realize

that I'm not.

I'm energy,

and I'm feelings,

and I'm happy when I write

and I like the air before the rain

and I like mossy pebbles

and wet dogs and jangling bracelets

but I'm just that.

I'm just things, just an accumulation of

my past.

What are you if you aren't someone?

You are life.

it's okay to just

be.