It’s all an act

Let’s pretend we’re sixteen again, guileless and naive. Our lives a blank page waiting for our stories to be written. Back to when we thought our grand expectations were heroic, back to when our visions of changing the world were all within our grasp.

Let’s pretend we go back to before we were cynics and liars, hypocrites and fools. Back to when we were drunk on life. Fearless dreamers believing everything was possible. Walking a precarious tightwire with no net to catch us if we fall, giddy from our adrenaline high

Let’s pretend we’re sixteen and do it all again.