Some things I am conscious of, in my poetry, like my liking of metaphors of water, liquid, or celestial objects like the moon; some things I find out along the way, with the help of other people.
Today/yesterday it is this: the motif of time. It's quite funny because it's so true, I am obsessed about the passage of time, neurotic, even. It's not something unique to me, but I find it quite exciting to see something I don't consciously put in pop out as a recurring theme? And that's one of the cool things about creating, these moments when you realise that something about yourself has been revealed without your design.