Because I had the thought. Because I long to be known. It's impulsive action. It's fun. It's selfish. It's a reaching out, a tossing of oneself into outer space, hoping for a sprig in a beak but, before that, rising from what feels like the dead. I've been smashed. I've been curled up in a ball. I've gone blank behind the eyes, in public. I've prayed to be raised like mist over water because I'm built to bloom in sunlight and I have a memory of being shy. This adds more heat. That memory was not my own. I am not shy, I'm observant and that can be distracting. I am addicted to vulnerability because I'm addicted to increasing the number of scenarios where people are being beautiful in the way that you are when you embrace a person in their nakedness, for their nakedness. There are so many layers beyond the skin. I feel like it's my responsibility to go deeper. Metal recognizes itself as something alive when it flows in blood. Life is everywhere. There's a hunger to this, it's wreckless and relentless. I am driven to connect dots and to go beyond pointing at love. This is a way to hit flint, to press buttons, where minding my business is minding not only mine - but to find you. With smoke signals. Like Morse code, with soul in it. My peeps and pops.