❝I believe in a lot of things. Like poetry. Like madness. I believe that all of our edges can be seared by the flames of eloquent words. That we should light these fires. Someone once asked me how to write a poem and I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry and I wanted to tell them that there is ink in our veins. I wanted to tell them that our limbs stretch like verse, that the human body is a hymn of its own. That our language is all metaphor. That all we are is stories and stories and dust. To the one who asked, I say, tear bits of yourself up and feed them to the paper. Feed them to your flame.