Reid@YWP

 I just want to run away

pack a bag

full of treasures

long skirts

apples and cheese

canteen of water 

gallons of adventure

set off down the road

feet on my pedals

Once a holiday full of vast traditions,

celebrated by Celtic Pagans.

The veil between the living and dead thins,

as celebrations go on, the dancing begins.

Fires roar to life as the flames dance-

Maybe it’s funny but every time I try to write about you, the words die in my throat.  Is it that I know too much?  Or too little?

I was born a star and raised to be dark matter.
Love the black holes from which I am close.
Glitched and out of touch, expansive dust.
Vastness and void of life, of a tender body.
Orbiting the world like the infinite ouroboros.