Photography by Stephanie Schroeder



(from Anonymous D to Anonymous S)
Its crumpled, crushed, and hidden roses
and notes between us too
Its nights snuck out to dinner
And silently mouthed “I love you”s
Its time spent with roommates gone and
Hotel rooms bought for freedom
Its dreams of times together when
Scared times, we won’t need them
It’s the love that’s shared between us
And it can never make a sound
It’s the love that’s shared between us
And yet, it is so loud
Keep a smile like a child’s,
A heart that is wild
‘Cause the spirit is triumphant,
As the flesh is volatile
Souls invaluable
From an infallible source
The Great Spirit, a simple truth,
So I look to the North
I desire a clean mind
With a tough core,
A strong, unspoken beauty
With a soft contour
It’s like I’m walking on miracles
Brushed by a strange grace
People are my home, and earth just a place
They say time flies, I say it’s fast
Like Marion’s medal, one life can never last
So remember to see, remember to laugh
Be who you are driving life on full blast
I want the truth to bleed
I want it too spill from this wound you call life
I want it to pour relentlessly
I want to see it
I want to look at its crimson droplets
I want to know it
I want to remember it’s cold facts
I want to hear it
I want it to be the only sound I know
I want the truth to bleed
Let it pour from your wound
And it shall pour out of mine
You are almost out of time
Then there will be no wound
because then
there will be no you
and it will only be the lies you left behind
for me myself and I to find.