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.