I am a teenageer

I am the anxious, the reckless, and the wise fool, under the influence of a freedom we can and cannot taste. 

I am the transition of discovery.

We are but the confused, and for sure i am the uncertain.

Who am i again ?

We are the mataphors for the sea, for our minds are the abyss, deep enough to swallow us whole.

We are the sticks  od dynamite, lost in oblivion.

Waiting to be lit with sparks of inspiraton and motivation or be damned to be lit with fifty percent depression and the other half anxiety.

Ask me again, "who am i ?"

I am the thin line between black and white, but there's no shade of gery.

I am either half full of half empty.

I dare to know but the more you know, the less i do.

We are but explores. 

Eplores sent out inthe middle of nowthere out to sea.

Only to find more question than answer.

Only to find answer of self-discovery and a questionable light of aceptance deep in fissure our thought are embedde in.

We continuosly try to look for our definition of home.

But who knew home was not a place but a feeling, a home we often look for in the ruins of questionable happiness.

A happy for a high and the feeling of uncertainty and indifference for the past.

Who are you ?

We are the unknown, we are the teenagers.

We are the young, but the not so young.

We are the in-betweens.

We are the ones we wanted to be at the age of 8.

But who knew we'd want to go back so bad ?

Today we are the ones we didn't picture ourselves to be.

The OUTSIDER and the UNKNOWN.