The power of a free-fall,Gravity against meHarsh pressure rattling my bones,Is it breathless excitement,Or have you stolen the air from my lungs?More pain than anticipation. A cascade of tears fall to the floorA once precious resource,Not worth so much anymore.The years have carved rivers in our cheeks,Exploitation left us naked,Nothing left to explore. But ifContinue reading “I Love You, Bo Burnham”