Xanadu
 

A cold empty desk— home to nothing but a single sheet of paper. The paper —just as empty as the desk. Has nothing upon it but a name....

my womb is hollow, not now, nor ever, had anything of significance called it home. i am far too young, too innocent, to push forth life....

Scrolling through instagram— emitting blue light that illuminates my fixated face. Posts producing unrealistic standards haunt my mind as...

The sweat seeps into my eyes. The safety belts force me to sink into the seat. The wheel feels weighted In reality it’s only two pounds....

Everything, Everywhere Nothing, Nowhere Moments passing by in a flash Our lives are filled to the brim with them Some we barely think...