MY YOUTH

So how old would we be if we didn't know how old we are? 

 
 

What if we had glitter filled veins with the essence of unicorns and threads of gold?
What if we danced under the glittering stars like there's no tomorrow?
What if adventure became our good morning word? 
What if we took risks? And what if we told secrets? 
What if our innocence was drowned in anarchy and our anarchy drowned in innocence?
Sylvia Plath writes that we must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow.
So cherish these moments.
Because these are the golden moments,
where we learn to laugh and love and fall and break. 

So how old would we be if we didn't know how old we are?