I'd always wanted to know my future
to peer into the glass orb
that held all my answers,
Will I fall in love?
What is my purpose?
Will I be happy?
Questions I believed I couldn't answer;
I met a fortune teller once
who told me that her answers
were merely a stepping stone to the truth
she could provide a hypothetical prophecy
but only I could choose to fullfill it.
by Lauren Robinson
illustrations by mmmais.art