YWP

In most stories, there’s only two sides.

Though, that is not the case here.

Four sisters, rule the land side by side.

The eldest, Winter, rules with a heart of ice.

As her little sister, Spring creates a sea,

Never forget this moment my child, the moment you began to feel.  

The moment you first felt alive. 

It was night, 

and you felt the burden of the world on your shoulders, 

In a world where every digital breakthrough to age-old traditions stood as symbols of our progression, it wasn’t the advancements themselves that captivated us, but the revolution of our words.

Maybe being a  

teenager is just a con 

stant state of panic.