Sitting on the lawn, eyes closed, breathing in.
Inhaling the solitude, the unsure.
Feeling the breeze quiver under my chin.
The weight of the world carrying an allure.
Sitting on the lawn, eyes closed, breathing out.
Exhaling the burden, the grief, the pain.
Knowing that time is infinite, no doubt.
We are here, together (and not), sane.
Holding on to hope, cherishing the love.
Of those not with us, keeping us above.
by Samantha Padua
Samantha Padua is a 2nd-year UCI student with a passion for helping people and writing. She resides in Southern California, where she enjoys the nice weather, good food, and friendly people.