YWP

Never forget this moment my child, the moment you began to feel,  

The moment you first felt alive. 

It was night, 

In a world where every digital breakthrough to age-old traditions stood as symbols of our progression, it wasn’t the advancements themselves that captivated us, but the revolution of our words.

Maybe being a  

teenager is just a con 

stant state of panic. 

If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist 

your fingers will touch. How 

do you come to terms with that? How 

do you learn that your father's shoulders 

event horizon–

boundary of a black hole beyond which not even light can escape–

a point of no 

return 

so imagine, my dear, a color 

that is not a color