this is not smoke
not fire
it is sun, kneaded into pieces

you are not a flag
not a shadow
but i retrieve myself from your eyes

this is not any word
or any sentence
just, a scene of the moon

I imagine you looking at the moon
flying over mountains and waters
the imagination finally returns to me

Skylar (she/her/hers) is a first-year Columbia College student on track to double major in philosophy and economics. Her best habit is that she drinks at least 1 liter of water every single day and her worst habit is that she likes to bite her nails into rectangles with 90 degree internal angles. You can find her on Instagram @adnxture and @allocated.resources.