Reid@YWP

the world is colder than before

north winds exhaling dragon breath across the valley and

my doorstep where i wait for the bus (bumblebee against concrete),

rubbing my hands together and

I can’t be the only girl 

Who thinks it’s crazy

How we live in an age

Where asking for the “I” in I love you 

Is normal? 

Because I’m the kind of girl

I couldn’t see anything. I stumbled around, trying to find the wall of the cave. After walking aimlessly, I began to hear a distant noise — murmuring mixed with the sound of soft tapping.

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