I’m very grateful and uncomfortable. I’m woven deep in my own head. I’m loud and quiet in the best and worst ways. Everyone stops to look at me when they hear glass shattering. It doesn’t make sense, but I always try making sense of it. Cut your hands on my thorns- beauty hurts. It’s magnetizing in its own way- twisting limbs in my seat because I can’t sit still. If you want to run away from here, I promise I won’t go with you. I’m comfortable in my nothingness and don’t believe in fairytales. I’d rather hold my fear because it’s proven me right. I’m grateful that you all turn my way when the music stops- I’m not sure why every word I say feels like ripping out a page of my diary to share with strangers. I guess none of us are really that unfamiliar. I’ll just stay here and practice levitating in hopes of one day sitting next to the moon. Until then, I’ll stay grateful and uncomfortable. -AMT©️