We lay on the grass in the park, and talked about the constellations and the Milky Way- about how we are such insignificant parts of the universe, and yet how and yet how cosmic our existence is.

Today, I look up at the star-lit sky and think about you.

Do you think about me too?

Shradha

Freedom

You said you loved me. So let me go and set me free. I long to explore the vast expanse of Australia’s farms, play with the goats and kangaroos again. I love to explore the bustling streets of China and feel its cool breeze – a scent of freedom – on my skin. Whenever I listen to Dee Kosh on Power 98 FM, I feel like all my troubles have been washed away – all the hurt and sadness. I feel like I am not someone suffering from mental health issues anymore. Freedom: it breathes life into every prisoner’s mind. It holds you captive and spellbound.

Annie

“What do a Gucci bag and a handsome lad have in common?”

“We all drool over them when we know we can’t get them. But once we do, we are never satisfied.”

Shradha

You cornered me, wanted to hold me captive. I was like a wild animal stuck in a cage with nowhere to go. Your emotions flooded over me like an avalanche, and I was drowning inside. I was smothered by your love- our selfish love. It was like someone turned on the radio from zero to one hundred. The intensity and passion of your love kept burning like coals on fire until a gust of wind extinguished it- poof. It was gone just like that.

Anna