Teen Dream

Selfie 2, 2020

Hellow teenage years, nice to meet you. Hard to be so naive and shy. I see you, I love you, I want to walk around the mall with you. Do we wear matching clothes, make up workds only we know? Do we braid each other’s hair and knot friendship bracelets? Tried and true. Red white and blue. Skating down the street, falling into the grass as we laugh. Magic secrets, heightened feelings. The tragedy of me that only you knew, the moment and time when I had you.