Emma Schlagel

Imagine a sand castle. A wave, another, a whole tide washes it away And you build again. It's futile sure, but while the work disappears, the effort lost, the skills remain. You began with a mound of wet sand. Satisfied with its simple ability to stick together. It's destroyed Over time, after many many tides You build a fucking masterpeice. It's destroyed but the skills remain. Sand each grain like a moment Some moments slide by un-noticed ...

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Outer_space Looking forward or analyzing the past leads to neglecting your present S p a c e Physical...

Canva art by Emma Rose I feel like all I'm doing is hurting my voice Literally and Figuratively  The shouts of protest raked against my...