i don’t think art has to be serious, or even good. i love you stupid, and i love you lazy. i want to sit together and hold hands. because we are bad at being good at anything. and because its okay. tell me about the spongebob episode it reminds you of. the bravery to do anything is the acceptance of the possibility that it may be embarrassing. there's a video of me on youtube in a schoolgirl outfit and a bad wig in a dancing competition. sometimes my abstract expressionist painting about my dead family member looks undeniably familiar to bold and brash by squidward. art like me is allowed to be childish. and a waste of time. i am a writer because i wrote this. i don’t capitalize because i think lowercase looks cute maybe. what if i just didn't because i knew you wanted me to? i think everything is a choice and has meaning. or maybe i dont, maybe it never meant anything. commas mean something. ur little brother’s drawing of super sonic crying in a puddle of his own blood means something really edgy and deep probably. not claiming that i didnt laugh. i did. i don’t claim to be perfect or smart. i just like to write wrong poems, to make silly art. not eloquently. not well. it’s never that deep, and it is always, meow meow meow uwu (づ ◕‿◕ )づ ♡