Traveling This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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The sea shines wearily,
Aching for the moon.
I lost my way,
A thousand minutes ago.
I wish I could just be lost.
I slept through the apocalypse,
I drowned in the summer rains.
I couldn’t find my water wings,
To recover me again.
Insanity is a virtue,
I found outside my door.
Inside was the fire,
That devoured away;
Disease,
Cold,
Dark.
What I find I left,
In the ashes of my past.
Is a girl.
Who could not discover God.
Walked alone,
But unearthed herself.
And there It was.



This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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i love this so much!
 
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