a long time i wrote a poem about an experience i had while working as a lifeguard . it was pretty good , actually , but unrefined because i was like 16 . i should rewrite it , maybe

@ikeWren u should, lifeguarding is cool

back then i liked glass metaphors . i likened myself to a bottle filled with prismatic shards casting colorful light . sharp things that were beautiful , sharp things cast onto the floor i step on them and it hurts . it makes sense , i was very early transition and i was something that hurt very much and i saw into her for something beautiful . nowadays im more of a tapestry or a quilt . i am something soft made of many many things