Crossroads

| by Adara Marie Shrestha I once believed that I had really found peace. The stench of green tea Without caffeine And snow on the stairs....

| by Grace Stevens Am I pulling away from the world? Not in a way of death and dying Not in a way that I’m leaving or going anywhere But...

| by Grace Stevens Sitting here in the warmth of my room I watch the rain fall outside my window The violent dance the drops each take...

| by Adara Marie Shrestha Il faut avoir des cauchemars pour être en paix avec soi même J’ai rêvé tant de fois de la chance, si j'étais...