We often find ourselves floating, suspended in place.
We wish we were old enough to do ______. We’re too old to do ______.
The tender age of 16 is one of confusion. A foggy mist clouding every decision we make. It’s okay to feel lost, it’s okay to stumble in the dark for awhile. Eventually the batteries in the flashlight will begin to illuminate your surroundings. Just smack the bottom a few times.
Art by Taylor