Reid@YWP

I write,

words appearing.

I write,

meaning endearing.

I write,

hope nearing.

I write,

not fearing.

I write,

I write,

I write.

I write because light paper can carry things

Things that are too heavy 

What am supposed to do when I don’t have my journal

Am I meant to feel things?

I wish I could sit high in the sky,

Alone within the nothing,

Yet everyone in the everything

Laid out before me.

I could watch light be cast upon the world,