Everything Fell Where They May

There was a video of a young woman who was asked why she wrote so many love poems. The young girl responded honestly and with an answer that made sense to me.She writes love poems instead of suicide notes.Well done, I say.Her answer is excellent, I tell you. I am the same. I write about love or youand I write about my love because the adverse or the opposite is unthinkable to me. What else is there in this world if there is no fate or destiny?What else is there is there is no hope?And if there is no hope, then what else is there to get us up and out of bed?What else is there if there are no reasons to believe that hope exists enough to keep us going one more day. I am as I am.I am this. I am series and compilation of math and other miscalculations.Yes. I am a series of inaccuracies and contradictions. I do not belong here and yet, here I am. I am the fears and the sum of so many bad pasts and historical outcomes.I am a sum of traumas to which I have decided that I do not need to…