Reid@YWP

It seems a bit strange, in retrospect, how we have one day to celebrate the passing of a year; as if that day could encompass all of the things you have done in those 12 months; as though you are really any older than you would be with t

someday it'll be too 

late. someday you'll wish 

you had hugged them tighter. 

you thought you would see them 

again. you thought 

endings didn't happen this way, 

1; We are born into this love, 

this idea of love. 

It is what begins to form us, 

much like spring 

with budding leaves ...

There’s a story to tell,

one of dragons and queens.

A story that’s as alluring as a bell —

in the dead of night, when all is not what it seems.

When the stars align, showing the way of the earth,

Autumn leaves flutter around my head,

The color popping in the chilly,

Swirling air.

The veins stretch out,

Delicate within the leaves.

They connect,