“Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray… to a brighter summer day?”
The perilous search for identity in an ever-changing world seems to define the adolescent experience. Yet coupled with this ephemeral sense of youth is indescribable moments that linger in one’s mind for years. For me this was the rusted goal post, missing its net, quietly wobbling in the wind as I played soccer with friends. The impressions on my forehead I’d get from constantly falling asleep…