When I write poetry, it’s usually because I’m struck with a really vivid image of something. It was 3 a.m. and I was lying half asleep when a picture of this gorgeous girl popped into my head. Her features shifted, but every part of her remained vibrant and strong. Instantly, I wanted to transfer her existence

This came out at a time of great uncertainty, when I was feeling very anxious about my future and struggling to find direction. Being hit with the realization of all the time that had passed made me feel…stuck, or without a tether. What is it like To be adrift? You’re reaching out and out and out,