Alyxandra Sarik

In the beginning was black Then white exploded Some say God said “Let there be light” Others say Big Bang I don’t know any other Origin story But I know The relationship between Black and white Polar opposites Existing completely separate But never apart Yin and yang Dual nemeses To exist They must never mix First there was black Once before the birth of life Then white exploded Fading, until it returns to black And the cycle continues Until one swallows the other And they become nothing

The world is loud and noisy and I am not I hear you I hear all of you Am I heard Fight or flight There is only escape Escape and transcend all of your mindless chatter But remember There is beauty in the wind Wisdom found in the clouds If I could reach it If I could float to the stars And become Balance Because here it is too hot and cold Too dry and wet Too quiet and noisy Balance If I could raise my arms And levitate Transcend this world And float I am too heavy to float Nonetheless It is beautiful For the body To soak in the essence Of air and sound Balance

    Underneath an Arizona night sky, amidst desert canyons and rugged yellow dirt that rippled for miles, Jannette lay on the hood of her boyfriend’s 2005 Ford pickup truck.  It was the year 2034, and being stuck in the desert with an ancient truck and no gas was the least of her concerns.  Shit had gotten real within the past year.  She lay gazing at the sky above her, one headphone stuck to her ear from an old CD player that played the same one album over and over.  Taylor Swift 2006 .  She had found it tucked into the cushion crevices of the backseat, and it became her only source of entertainment.  She missed her old iPhone with her hundreds of various songs, but cell devices were too risky these days.  Even radio was dangerous.  The world was completely without communication as far as she was concerned.       At least the sky was still beautiful, with its thousands of stars and galaxies.  Jannette reme...