I was born in 1999
That means I don't fit in with the early 90’s
Or the later 2000’s that means I’ve been stuck between two eras, always finding myself in the middle of things never understanding why I was worried about raising a kid at the age 9.
And I don’t know how to ride a bicycle.
I'm a sucker for a milkshake and a deep conversation
I’m still learning how to be passionate while not expecting it in return
I was born choking and I've been having trouble breathing ever since
I like boba...a lot
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
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.
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.