Look But Don't Touch

by Olivia Hayle

How do you solve a puzzle without knowing what the final image is meant to look like?

It’s an odd thing, when a storm has passed, leaving the weather once again calm. But it’s wrecked everything in its path. Moved things around, rearranged trees and rocks and fences until the landscape is the same but the features forever altered.

Sometimes you had to hurt in order to heal. It would undoubtedly be painful.

“How are you?” “Oh, you know. The same.” “So still miserable on the inside but stoic on the outside?”

you had to reach out and take what you wanted. The world would never give you anything.