Open Skies
By Amber Kaipaka

The open sky and a circle of torchhes. Are they dancing to bring down the rain or chase away their souls? The rythm is not loud enough to move me. But with that it gets louder and surrounds my head. How can one be desolute and lonely when they are surrounded by bodies? We are not meant to exist in the outside world. The sky is covered buy my shadow still exists. The torch is burning low. Soon it'll be extinguished and my shadow will be gone. But will my essense still live on?