“Zen… Zen… Zen.” Zephyr continuously repeated to himself as he takes in the smell of sea salt lingering in the air, loud honks of horns from sailors setting sail, and bright rays of a sunset slowly rising. His hands holding amongst each others tighten in desperation as he holds his head up higher to take in the scenery of his most tranquil place.

Looking around for cans, begging for a small hando...

Paper boats, the scent of lemon, and tears. Those are my best memories of the pier. My family smiling and playing happily. Sea salt hanging heavily around the air, flowing through my hair....

Many people my age are already making many things for themselves in careers or families while I’m just trying to find my way or purpose.

I go to a class that’s not worth bragging. Trying to learn when I’d rather keep looking for a job to help provide for my family and self even when the pay can barely help. My hope for one slowly dimming as another day goes on.

No matter what I’ll always be read...