I’ve begun changing the way I think of the things I’m placing on these yellow pads, with a pen and a hand and a crackling wrist, ready to lay it all down on paper, my thoughts, and bring poetry to life with thoughts of days past and in the future, believing every day may be my last, trying to enjoy every moment even if it means that I can’t have everything that I want and my feelings don’t matter to anyone. I’m going to attempt to apply this poem to a beat and let it be a vibe-able jam, or just a piece of an imagined time and place in space.