Samantha: Envy
Nature feels freer just before the morning,
by shadow of darkness, by silver moon beam.
Life is then heightened, more precious, more vibrant, a whirled fuzzy achene caught up in the wind.
Samantha: But Love Always Is
My spirit is heavy with the time I squandered driving in first gear, one light shining dimly to dispel the darkness, all the way holding on to the promise my ancestors cherished: that love always is.
Jessica: One
A mirror in time my life has become, the doors to my soul open wide. What couldn’t I be? What couldn’t I find when boundaries fell to the side?
Anne: Rent
I wondered to myself, I wondered, who is this soul inside of me and what does it want?
Ethan: Marooned
As you get old you start pondering on the meaning of words like purpose, or love, or fate, or free will, and they haunt you with their reverberating nature, they turn up the dial on your mind until your hair hurts, they tilt your compass.