I've been told I don't know how to filter my face

I imagine it's because I hate fake intentions

Secretly I get nervous every time I make eye contact because I am afraid you might see what I don't say out loud.

I have an odd fascination with corny jokes

And sunsets

I assume I like them because they warm my soul in a way,

Sometimes it feels foreign to me.

I guess that’s why I feel cold all the time.

You see feeling cold reminds me that I'm not afraid to shake things up

Or ask for warmth

But I am scared to death of everything that will happen the moment when warm isn’t warm enough.

I'm clumsy

Yesterday I tripped over my imagination

Landed on my reality

And it shattered like glass under pressure.

I have never been on the moon,

But I have this feeling that I am always there, floating.

I know this sounds weird

But I wonder what my car says about me when I'm not around. I wonder if he counts the times I’ve cried.

Again, I’m clumsy

Hi, my name is Sam

I enjoy drinking boba

Listing to stranger's side conversations out of context

And really long baths.

But I don't yell as often as I should.

I have a solar powered will to keep exploring,

And a battery-operated sense of time.

My hobbies include editing my emotions

Hiding behind words

And trying to convince my body that I love it just the way it is

You see I don't know much but I know this I know that I have a heart that beats at the sound people laughing and that it beats at the sounds of music

And I know that as long as I am still here,

I will keep fighting.