The mind full of changes.
The wanting to say something out of the grasp of my words.
Something about being young, thats been said a hundred times.
That when it comes out, I think, this was probably not it.
That I‘ve lost it between the feeling and the translation.
But its still there. Wherever I read a fresh article or look at a picture with too much attitude you can almost miss it. I know its there.
Waiting to be felt by young people everywhere, all the time.
Something ...self contained
