life is short
life is exhausting
life is curious

It’s the uneven rubble
we walk upon to reach something.
It’s the oneness of souls, singing the same thing.
It’s the quotation
50 years past origin that rings true.
It’s the looking back on the light they left within you.

life is short
life is weighted
life is something.

Reagan Fleming

This is a poem I wrote partly in response to hearing about the death of Stephen Boss, AKA tWitch. I obviously have never met this person, but he appeared to me on social media to have an incredible life—a family, fame, and dancing talent. He and his wife would do these cute couple dances on Instagram, and sometimes their children would join. On the outside, it seemed like he was happy and content. Everyone is fighting their own battles on the inside, and unless we can develop a way where we can see into and read everyone’s thoughts, all we can do is be a positive light to someone. Life is short, and it’s absolutely something. We may as well use it to bring light to other people. Otherwise, what the hell are we doing here anyway?