Reid@YWP

The icy Penobscot wind cut through me like a blade as I stared at the crow, now just a crumpled shadow in the snow. My dad’s shot had silenced its call, and it lay there, broken and defeated, a symbol of my own helplessness.

(Inspired by Astronomy by Conan Gray) 

I'd walk you out if I could 

Open and close the door ever so gently 

Hold your hand as we slowly say goodbye 

Brazil, the year forgotten. The sun is rising. 

The ocean longs for her beloved moon but she has already gone down. The sun has taken her place and the water finds no comfort in him.

Why does the world pretend to act like nothing bad is happening?

Why does the government, meant to safeguard the people, suddenly make this a monarchy?

I find it stupid that some people think that this is all fine and dandy.

I jump in my friend's car.

It's filled basically to the brim.

The area is small and compact.

How did she fit this many people in her tiny car?

In dirt roads 

the way you bounce in your seat 

and smile at the mud 

coated tires 

coated legs 

coated boots 

while everyone complains that it's not 

summer.