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By Ananya Narayan 23

My mind is a hurricane, there is no rest

No calm at the eye of the storm

My thoughts evaporate in my sea of a brain

My mind wanders to that place that everyone leaves in their shoes

I feel a gentle breeze, and my jacket shivers But it does little to comfort me

The smell of salt water invades my nose

I see my past mistakes and my regrets, which will eventually catch up to me As they cloud my vision

I taste my salty tears that have settled on my face

I hear the voices in my head but they’re all my own

The sound of the waves smells like my grandmother’s house and her dreaming roof

People say New York never sleeps But neither do I

There is a brief calm at the eye of the storm

I think of my younger days And all of the things I could have done I keep a tenacious grip on my memories

If I continue lamenting, I will fly

“Let go of that balloon” I hear ringing through my head

I closed my eyes, and breathed The fresh air filled my lungs

I was as agitated as a Yogini

I leapt into the water, and skipped on the waves

Thoughts of fear leaving my mind

She left her body and her spirit behind as she soared

Om Shanti, Shanti Om

She watched the destruction in her wake

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Mina Mandic