Ethan: Out of the Darkness
Amazing Grace was given me in moments of dismay,
when friends were scarce, and skies were gray, and hope had gone astray.
Eliza: Patchwork
Of all the gifts existence deigns upon us there isn’t one more precious to our kind
than the misread and undervalued gift of freedom, a gift we’re blinded to when we are young.
Eliza: Here Be Dragons
I’m on the edge of existence, looking out at nothing, the substantial, rich, eclectic nothing of which all reality is woven.
Jessica: The World is About You
Remember! Remember! Remember! The world is about you!
Jessica: Softness
Softness brushes the glass pane, steadily patting at the window with delicate plush soles, the kind that make intricate embroidery patterns on freshly fallen snow, but no sounds, no sounds at all, ever.