By Sarya Dany Dear Lovely, Do you remember the time when we would wake up at the first peak of sunlight on summer days and go into the Garden picking out the lilies mum would plant? Mum would tell us that each lily we picked represented our love for one

By Alexis Zizzo Dear 2020, Today is truly nothing special, but honestly, none of them are. Nothing has meaning unless provided. You, for example, had no meaning until the life-shattering pandemic declared you the worst year ever. It wasn't until the world shut down that we all really

By Libby Dusek Dear Self,  Every second I am growing up and never wasting time. I appreciate every single moment of life. I cherish it like my baby doll I held so tightly clingy on with my delicate fingers. Once upon a time, dressing it up into too big clothes,

By Blue Dampf i’ve decomposed and reimposed every mold of my composition an artificial acquisition is taunting my intuition misunderstood suspicion is my father’s repetition i’m breaking my own ribs internal warfare, demolition malnutrition is ammunition of transitional recognition You call this an expedition? take a look