I took a glance at my beautiful face in the water,
I saw a flawless face and that was all that mattered.
But like narcissus I stared at my reflection too long,
And into the water I’d fallen, trying to hold on.
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I’ve realized that no matter what, that no matter if I’m bettering myself, everything around me remains the same.
It’s good when things are the same, but when everyone around you has been in some sort of funk following the patterns in which they only know how to cope, it gets frustrating and very overwhelming.
Just because I’m getting better, doesn’t mean things around me are.
There’s days where I think there’s no use in getting up from bed. I’ll be treated the same, I’ll do the same things that I do everyday, and nothing will change.
I wish I could float away…
❝Tomorrow the birds will sing!❞
– The Tramp
s e p t e m b e r
Carter Lynon is pathetic.
Can’t anyone see what this guy’s doing? His boys are holding Pierce Sanders back while he beats the crap out of him. And from where I’m standing I see that Pierce’s nose is oozing with blood. It has to be broken if it’s bleeding like that. I can’t watch this, I can’t just let it continue on without doing anything. I observe the people around me; some have their phones out while others are looking on as if this is the best fight they’ve ever witnessed in their entire lives.
Not for me.
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I often wonder where I sit, in a house all by myself
Upstairs in my bed, or with my legs pulled up to my chin?
I am small, I am tall, which one can I be?
I am beginning to doubt my strength and size
What will I do, if tomorrow, comes for me?
Continue reading “❝I Often Sometimes Wonder❞”