The Island of Forgetting

by Jasmine Sealy

What happens to a dream deferred? It grows and grows until it becomes so large it’s hard to imagine how you ever thought it attainable. A hulking mass in your peripheral vision, always just out of reach, like living in the shadow of a mountain.

I understand. Sometimes you just need to be anywhere other than where you are. Sometimes you need to walk away to remind yourself that you can.