Magical, strange, an abyss one does not know how to voyage across.

The space between our stars is the space between our hearts, and we can’t comprehend that one day our bright lights will burn out.

And when they do, the Earthlings won’t see it for years upon years upon years, decades and perhaps centuries will have passed before they realize our glimmer has faltered.

We are supposed to burst in...

Options are far too great, far too many, and I can’t make sense of which is right

This moment is a gift, the present, and it will always linger, day or night

So to decide whether to be happy during the collapse, happy for a life lived and deeds undone

Or fall when the world sparks back like electricity, fall because the pain no longer unites us, makes us one

They school me just to rule me, wha...

I must kill to be innocent

My emotions rage inside my head, uncontro-

llable

I’m a thief, I’m a liar, I’m too gullible

If they tear me apart like my bones are flimsy flower petals

If they think they’ll receive prizes for my pain in shiny gold medals

I have to fight, right?

Idiot, idiot, idiot

They are so foolish in the wisest of ways...

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound jots me awake out of my rocky slumber. At first, everything is dim. That’s what makes it so deceiving.

It took me a hot minute to realize that I wasn’t on my soft, warm bed, my chocolate labrador snuggled next to me and and a cup of green tea perched pleasantly on the nightstand by my pillow. No, I was lying on the cold, hard ground, a dirty one with a strange stench...

Scene 1

Laura sits on a wooden stool, staring out into the distance. A man in blue overalls walks up to her and offers a peck on the cheek.

Laura: Ew! (stands up) You disgusting, lying, son of a foul mouth!

Man: (confused) What do you mean? You looked forlorn, and—(look of understanding) You don’t remember me, do you?

Laura: Stop acting like we’re star crossed lo...

Wind breezes through the trees like a distant whisper in your heart

Water ripples with such knowingness, like that kid in third grade who pretended he was all too smart

Autumn, pretty leaves fall to the ground, oh, what an art!

Cold and winter, movies by the fire, snow is off the chart

Spring comes, hold hands and hope they never depart

Hot summer beaches, little kids selling lemo...

Larcy Indigo.

She has long black hair down to her waist, it sways like a graceful dancer in the soft autumn breeze. Her skin is dark, tan, but not that Cheeto dust look you get from a machine. She spends all her time outside, collecting rocks and planting cheery little flowers in her small garden.

The way she talks, it’s compelling. You have a craving to here her say more, and nothing in y...

“Babies are flowers,” my mom tells her, smiling that happy, graceful smile I know so well. “They blossom and they bloom, and they are wonderful beings of joy. But beware, because some day, they will also learn to talk.” She laughs a small chuckle, a tiny thing, but it still manages to sound like peaceful bird song, or a faint breeze through the trees.

My aunt smiles nervously, rubbing her stom...

You are worthy of life

Think about all the things you want to accomplish, make your name heard before your life ends

If you die, the pain doesn’t go away, it’s transferred to someone else, someone you love and who loves you back

You’ll never get to date your crush, and you could be their one and only significant other

What about the kids you won’t have? They could cure some deadly illness and ...

Dear ___ and ___

As reluctant as I am to offer you my forgiveness, to let you know that all the mistakes you’ve made are okay, I’m trying my best to do so every day

You fight, you scream, you smash, but I must learn to accept that

I deflate, I cry, I hurt, but I have to learn not to do that

I just hope it’s not me next,

Or worse,

It’s BECAUSE of me

At this point, my emotions are flowers, on...