what do you love?
i think that all of us —
as much as we are blood and flesh and stardust —
are built of collections of what we love.
what kind of music makes your soul dance?
bubblegum pop or monstrous metal,
no matter the sound: it is a drop of you.
black coffee or sugar-filled sweets,
beaming puppies or pretty kittens,
raging thunderstorms or the rainbow that comes after —
or maybe you love all of the above.
you are made up of all these little pieces that make you, you.
it is not a perfectly put together puzzle,
and i say the chaos is what makes it interesting.