I need more art in my eyes, in my ears, more art and less magazines. Less fluorescence. More sunlight, more moonlight. This has all been said before. But today is a day for speckled shade, for leaves that haven’t fallen yet, for a face clear of paint. If only I had someone to share it with. I need to go somewhere dark and I need to feel the reflection of the stars in my fingertips. I need to scroll less and I need to talk more. No, I need to talk less. I need I need I need. Something is pulling a string in my chest. Something is yanking at my lungs, wanting to teach them how to breathe properly. Something is bubbling up. If only I had someone to share it with.