my muse and your desperation is the introspection I begin after brunch when I find myself in a world of unknown. I’ve always enjoyed my travels and exploring but the crowded streets of the City and the unattended baby blue limousines have forever surpassed my ability to endure. it is all too much. my soul is perturbed. I do not wish to be here for a day longer but deep down inside I know there is no escape. there are parties to attend and there are shops to raid. there are guests to mingle with and there are swimming pools to disturb. there are colleges to pay off and there are diplomas to frame. there are contracts to sign and there are frauds to commit. there are cocktails to drink and there are husbands to divorce. there are lives to live and there are none for us. we are trapped. I am trapped. the shadow of fortune and reputation lie as heavy as the crown and I am the heir to the throne, but if I am to take a seat I feel my back would break.
Sofia Scarlat is a fifteen-year-old short story and poetry writer, book author, traveler, movie and Chinese food enthusiast who finds making pancakes therapeutic and feels most at home in NYC. You can find her work in Whiteteethmag, Voices of Youth, The Paragon Journal and arts & culture Romanian magazine.