Reid@YWP

O’ my beloved Croissant, 
Your beauty, grace full of permanent taunt, 
Croissant's silken surface, 
Your crunch fulfills my life purpose.

Already the sun begins to set.
Already another day has gone by.
Must we say goodbye to the sun so soon?
We’ll miss you, dear sun.
We’ll miss you and all your warmth and your radiant brightness.
But it’s alright.

Aurora

Today, I am getting a tattoo. I am getting a permanent work of art, smack dab on my forearm. It is going to be a daffodil. I walked into the tattoo parlor, and decided that this is my fate. 

Life is made of firsts and lasts. 

Your first breath,

When your parents hold you close.

Your first steps, 

When you can wander around alone.

Your first words, 

Little red leaves organize scattered on the ground in geometric patterns we fail to recognize

Except me, of course.

I love fall more that I love myself

"Don't murder the flow, the stream, the book, or the poet."