Reid@YWP

Heaven is a state of mind where all your fantasies are actualized.

Staring through eyes of stone at the republic 

oh, for which it stands 

one nation like a burning stick 

a stick that is almost snuffed out 

your subtle beauty, 

your softness,

your smooth finish.

one could make from you 

in a few moments venus de milo or rushmore

or something rough in the style of rodin 

How can someone handle all this weight? This never-ending pressure is slowly crushing me. If ever I get a chance to breathe, and stretch my spine, it ends when the weight crashes back down.