Writing

What will they think of us?

200 years into our future

Long after our stories have faded,

After our lives' missions have been put to rest,

Inside the British Museum, past the Egyptian and Near East artifacts, you will come across a room.  Room 19, to be exact. And in that room, you will encounter several perfectly fine art pieces, but in the middle, there is a statue.

I hate tonight's sunset 

So happy and free

Obnoxious orange dances around the clouds 

Don’t they know I’ve had a bad day

Prologue ~ Ivanna

I find peace in simple things that are small. One thing that brings me peace is lying outside on the grass with my mom. We both really like to watch the clouds and tell each other the shapes or animals that we see.

I dreamed

I was a bird

in an open hayfield,

flying through 

playfully, 

never stopping to notice

that the sun was setting.