Reid@YWP

I wasn't always the stoic, expressionless introvert who rarely smiled. There was a time when I loved greeting people on walkways and actively sought out new connections.

Childhood,

The state of being a child

Childhood,

A phase of innocence and immaturity

Childhood,

A period of pure laughter and unadulterated joy

It is a wandering 

sort of day 

(wandering mind 

wandering feet 

wandering eyes) 

before I find the camera. 

It looks old enough 

that I wonder 

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 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!