I craft in-betweenness.

I question individuals’ autonomy in relation to institutional turmoil, political absurdity, and fate.

I strive for an intricate, ephemeral balance, a space where multiple truths co-exist and converse. 

I linger in the before and after, the “why”, the tomorrow.

I amplify the ambiguity and tension of each unique moment, still deciding where it wants to go.

I vomit feelings and thoughts and weave them into a moving poetry, in exchange for sparks and echoes. 

I sing to the inevitable.

I sing to a new world that might never come.

I seek a grammar to contain us both.

I dance to the sounds of footsteps of those who escaped, who stayed, who fought, who questioned, who gave up, who gave in…

I attempted to dance.

I attempted to dance despite —

I tried to have faith.

I tried to hold you — through form, language, shape, color, temperature, and our fragile, changing bodies.

I tried to hold onto each precarious moment, in search of an answer to unanswerable questions, paradoxes, life.

I invite you to hold onto it, too.