Screaming Into the Void
I’m addicted to escapism and allergic to reality. It might be an illness of this Age. My plight as just one more drop in the shifting sea of so-called Millennials is to just scream into the void, ignorant of the vacuum, hoping for a response. Mistaking flickers of light through the distortion as contact from another world. A violent smile and clenched fist to hide the fact that I’m compensating for my known inadequacies and fear that I’ve already failed to be anything I once dreamed to be.
I am Jack’s wasted youth.