Reid@YWP

What happens when we all lose hope?  
When we stop believing that it'll all work out? 
What happens then? 

Sir, 

Ma'am, 

Mister, 

Madam, 

Mx, 

I hope this does not apply to you, but it must be said regardless. 

Why do you care? 

But first – do me a favor. 

The light pushed its way through the trees, 

sliding beneath the intertwining branches, 

from the never ending blue sky. 

It dappled the dirt path 

There we stood, my brother and I, on the mighty cliffs of Stop & Shop, staring down upon our vast kingdom that was Route 7 and the subjects of the parking lot.