Someone once told me,
We are the universe expressing itself
as a human for a while.

It makes me think
of every person I meet 
as their own little universe,

each with their own planets of thoughts
and solar systems of dreams
and galaxies of emotions in their bloodstreams.

People are so much bigger
on the inside than they seem
on the outside.

Imagine a whole world
 of universes constantly
bumping into each other,

listening and learning
and sometimes,
just sometimes,

building a perishable forever together.

-Nikita Gill: Where Hope Comes From

The name's Liz. I like space. The universe. An endless vacuum of gravity and wonders to be explored. It excites me. And humans do too. Specifically, the part about why they can't seem to be themselves. Express what the person sitting next to you can't. Jump up and shout what you want. Run around in a chicken costume if you want to.

And in the words of Oscar Wilde, "Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."