In my universe I’m at
school with my friends laughing
but you’re all alone with nothing
but your almost finished
ice cream. Over the
bush through the
window above the
clouds, there I am.
Past the birds tweeting
in the distance.
We are opposites but
yet the same.
You are lonely and
I am happy.
We are humans but
in a different life.
Where young artists paint the world with words
The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.
