Lightyear Book
I wrote this piece for a friend, reflected on who I got to know this year and how things don't always turn out the way we want it to when we were younger but there is always potential and leaps and bounds to grow. Dear diary, I am looking through yearbooks to find a little insight on who you are, a glimpse of a lifetime in suspension. Annual yearbook pictures of the classes you do not fit into where moments of untimely expressions were captured to last for what seems like eternity. Represented desires and impressions made by carefully chosen quotes and phrased aspirations to shape us as our fantasied avatars. Interest in clubs, sports and councils that embodied the activities and movements your passions scouted for, swimming through currents of cliques safeguarding social standings to survive the pubescent wilderness. You know at graduation, people always talk about eagles but not crows, those who soar but not scavenge, the glorified and not the survivors. Redamancy is