Your mind is a garden,

Your thoughts are your seeds,

Allowing ideas to blossom,

Knowledge feeding their need;

Your mind is a garden

Where elder trees stand,

Where they crave nutrients,

A desire to understand;

Your mind is a garden

Where roots grow deep

And dreams are discovered,

All while you sleep;

Your mind is a garden,

And gardens have needs;

Without frequent tending,

You will grow weeds;...

The bright white of the light fixture overhead twitches as one of the bulbs flickers, making the cold bank lobby seem even more sterile than usual. I heave I sigh from where I sit at my desk, discovering why nobody else wanted the closing shift. It’s my first week here, and I’m chronically bored. The emptiness of the room makes the tick of the clock echo, filing the painful silence with a constant...

I rush to my locker as the ringing of the bell makes my bones vibrate, indicating the starting of 3rd period. My chemistry class ran late, and now I’m a rush of papers and folders as I scramble to make it to my next class on time. Though I suppose it’s too late for that. I catch a glimpse of myself in the small magnetic mirror that lives in my locker, and give my hair a quick brush with my fingers...