Jehlani Taylor

The Night Owl is back.

For many years, my sister, Rose, painted a picture with her imagination of the person she could’ve been. Or better yet, the person she should’ve been. She dreamt of storms washing her problems away, only to be faced with more rain in the next few days. She prayed to the Royals to help her find a way out. She even got down on her knees and asked for help. Only she seems to never make it out. The return was coming and she had plans to be free. Rose has never ever had real freedom, only dreams of the Peach Cream Lillied sky.