There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and reached.
Teens find out a lot from other teens.
It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.
Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.
There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.
I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.