Reid@YWP

Noah stared out the window of his house at the beautiful beach before him. Gentle waves brushed the shore, dragging sand away when they left. The sky overhead was blue and clear, and the soft scent of saltwater filled the air.

The piercing air unwelcoming to tough bones, refreshing and soft in breathes.

The only noise in the quiet wood
birds humming a song.
One leg after the other.
Gazing at dead skies and the vast space,

The caterpillar walked to the edge of the leaf

Fall  was coming, the skies were turning grey

He was scared of  the change, Didn’t know if it would be brief

I think bias is ingrained in humans. No one can escape it. Personally, I have to deal with bias all the time. Between being disabled, being goth, and being queer, a lot of people make assumptions about me.

I love the way the light filters through trees

and how the ocean sounds at night

and my feet sinking into the earth

and bird song at sunrise

and how my name sounds on your breath

It wasn’t intended to be anything more than a brief stroll along the forest's edge. She was never meant to stray from the cover of the treeline, but the city calls to her, as it tends to do.