Reid@YWP

lines on the road paralyze me redefine me reignite a sort of otherworldly longing in me orange blurs into yellow blurs into black lines blink in and out of a parallel existence / red was never a factor in this but you could never chalk red into yo

I am an enigma; forever stepping in front of mirrors attempting to angle myself in the perfect position to be loved; always making myself smaller than I seem in order to be seen.

I open it, 

Relishing the new-book scent, 

Hoping 

I can forget again. 

Take me away 

To foreign lands 

Where peace can be found 

I squiggle in bed like a fish

In my tight time capsule I wish

For sleep to sing me

A melody dreamy

When suddenly

Swish! Swish! Swish!

To live is to die

To laugh is to know what it feels like to cry

To try is to fail

To have friends is to have enemies as well

The good does not stand alone

But neither does bad

There is no ying without yang

There was a vacant bathroom outside the church park. 
I crawl in beat, destitute, feeding off the radiant waves. 
I stare into a warped mirror punched by drunken twilight boys,