by Alex Miller

If you could reach through the wall

And touch the other side

You would be surprised

How loud your echos remain

The ones making the noise

Never seem to mind

I hate these thin walls

They’re the reason for my disdain

The colors of the words

I barely make out

Are alive with the

Spirit of humanity

And yet I yearn for some peace

When the sun bleeds out

For a taste of peace tonight

I lose sight of sanity

The almighty never notice

As I slip my fingers through

Silencing the pretentious

Boisterous gloaters

Maybe I never could reach them

Like I thought I could do

As I drift away in anger

At those floaters

I fall deeper and faster

Looking for a way out

All while my audience

Grows colder and distant

I wonder if I can

Shed my doubt

That they never

Even knew my existence

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Alex Miller, she/her, a 29-year-old creative living in a tiny Brooklyn apartment, finds it impossible to pick a favorite artistic medium. She loves to explore the world around her with curious eyes, often wondering how she can capture her favorite moments. Her Bachelors of Science in Fashion Design from Thomas Jefferson University at East Falls Campus has opened up many doors in her creative career, including an internship with Tommy Hilfiger and working in the textile and manufacturing industry. Although design is her proudest talent, Miller enjoys crocheting, poetry, digital drawing, music, and amateur voice acting. When not exploring new project hyper-fixations, she finds herself getting lost in thrift stores, obnoxiously screaming at karaoke, and petting stray cats hoping to eventually have a feline friend of her own someday. Her goals are to always create and pursue new ways to keep things just a little interesting.