Reid@YWP

People wonder why I'm quiet.

I wonder why they're loud.

They think I have nothing to say...

But trust me, I have a LOT to say... 

But they never listen.

All they talk about is lies.

the beautiful hills are big but they don’t frighten me
they protect us while we lay on the pointy grass
your golden hair tickling the Earth
as you sing along with the birds when you laugh
we just ate deli meat sandwiches 

What is art? What a question. There are so many answers and so many opinions. But I think art is technique. Art is passion. Art is love. Art is writing. Art is human. You are art. I am art. Art is amazing.

I was cold. I shivered up in my sheets and peeked out my window into the night. The moon was stone cold, making me shiver even more. I leaned back and my head hit the pillow, and I pulled the blankets over my head. I began to feel dizzy.

Right now we are living in a world where we use fossil fuels to run our lives. But this needs to change!

I knew this was coming 

I knew he would run again 

Every four years 

And yet it still comes 

With a shock 

Then she stepped in 

Giving me hope 

Calling him out