in the light of pure adolescence;
we see.
in the air of willful disobedience;
we breathe.
our actions fuel off of the energy of the violent sunsets,
and we find our individual tranquility in the nights in which we wander.
not only do we wander, but we wonder.
the playful range of shades the sky possesses makes us wonder and wander.
looking past on the identities that we were told to portray, we create our own full of vibrancy and reason.
this identity gives us a powerful passion
a powerful passion that thrives off of the rays of the sun.
a passion that gives us the motivation to continue on this messy road of colors.
to continue on our ephemeral yet indelible adventures through the course of life.
-words from the disturbed youth