The warmth of a mammal. The sound of the sea. A boy’s smile. When you truly behold something, you become it, and when this happens, you disappear. Serenity. Patches of noise. The roaring sound of blood rushing through the veins. Hesitation. Things left unsaid. Thinking so much that it leads to paralysis. Chaos. Shifting perspectives. Writing songs to preserve delicate emotions during rough times. Rain. Electricity. Sound as texture. Synthesizers and drum machines. Ways to escape a busy mind and keep fear at bay. Luckily poetry is a code and you can say the most dangerous things out loud without saying them.