swim, kick, breathe you wayto the bottomyour pockets heavyleading you downsitbuoya little up, a little downrhythm displace the water with your armsflap backwardsarms       up,    up,   upglide you downweighed down hold your breathholdlungs achelet loose little bubbles from cold lipsholdOK, nowturn out your pocketspump, kick, wing your wayto the skyby Katie Anne Jamieson

Captured by the stars, some people just want to be free.The best thing about memory is that it’s never truly accurate. Your image is nothing less than a beautiful ghost, your voice a phantom whisper on the wind as I stand alone.Desolate.But no one ever thinks about what it’s like to live in the shadow of the sun.To stand in the timeless cosmos and gaze into a universe without light. To feel the...