In the crevices of the wall
I’m barely holding onto life
The crack where I live
It has neither flourished soil
Nor sufficient water
The only thing that is not missing here is
Bricks and walls
I’m alone
Because except wind
Nobody paid visit before
Suddenly, I lose my strength
I let burning sun take my soul
Let bugs take my body
Finally, there is nothing left
Just like I have never existed before.
Yonglin Zhang, a freshman at the University of Richmond. Writing is just one of his hobbies, but he does enjoy it a lot. Every time he writes, he can learn things from it. He loves pop and country music.
Aloka 