by Samantha MokArt by Theone Tiu You’re staring at the future.And it stares hauntingly back.Transparent yet opaque,So vague yet so clear, so far awayIndefinitely defined.You try to reach for itSo, you move. A second, an hour, a day, a yearYou move towards it, whether a tiptoe or a stride.Is what’s at your feet a minefield...Read More