“I’m a mosaic of all the skies I’ve seen, a creation of all the tables I’ve been in.” This is a line I wrote in one of my poems, I had an insecurity that I was never big enough to fill in the cracks of my presence, and that I was too small to fit in.
This is a line I wrote 9 days after my birthday, which is on the 6th of March. Coincidentally, adding my birth month and day together results to my lucky number. I’m no avid fan of coincidences, nor fate, but I am a firm believer of free will.
This is a line I wrote in a poem 11 days after March 6, which is my birthday. 11 is my lucky number, which is coincidentally the number you get once you add all the numbers in my birth date, 03 06 2006. One of my favorite coincidence is my name, Shannon and Brooke are names that means river, ancient, and stream. My mother, who named me this, certainly did not know this, and certainly did not plan to birth me on a date that’ll give me a water sign for my zodiac. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as tedious to detail as me, always an eagle keeping an eye on everyone who’s walking on their own two feet. Always the bird who wakes up early to watch and copy how everyone else is doing.
I had this insecurity that I was never big enough to fill in the cracks of my presence in a room,