I try to embrace the world with the hope it will embrace me back.
They told me teenage years were angsty before I knew its meaning and I thought they were only drama fiends choosing to live amongst dramatic things
But that’s because I was simple minded and only age thirteen.
Fifteen.
seventeen.
Life became the antagonist to my psychic inconsistencies
To my intellect and to my emotional resistant tendency to exist as me
Teenage life became the rawness of growth and decline. A paradox
Second to orgasmic birth, natural, yet hard to find
An Oxytocin fascination: the chemical of infatuation
And with man’s lack of birth canals I questioned their capacity to love separate from temptation
I questioned human states and my soul’s depravation
I questioned the ratio of starving children to the American pet population.
Sixteen
fourteen
I thought they were only drama fiends choosing to live amongst dramatic things
But life and theater become tightly woven seams in the years of adolescent beings.