Drunk off Dreams

Our youth is drunk off dreams and abrasive seams running through the stitching of their frail minds and course skin. Their covert desires pushed deep down away from the prying eyes of the bigot flies that call themselves the wise.What you thought was your talisman has now become a noxious charm of misfit luring you down a deep dark road of confusion and self mutiny. Everything said has taken a nuance, and the world has become a Labyrinth cursed with no way to escape the drowning stares and tardy notions of comfort that seem bottled away in a jar of despair. But through this enigma, through the tears there will be an ending of cheers. There will be a plethora of good to greet you after bad, you'll make it home without a scratch, right on time to heal the next batch.You'll make it with a sparkle in your eyes and surrounded by skies filled with stars of the largest size.

xoxo Ankita