I am

I am. We are.

I am a cynical child born from long nights filled with satirical laughs and red wine. 

I am a naive flower child born from two hearts mating in the dance of lust and love.

I am a catalytic child born from a melancholy alleyway filled with screams and tear stained faces.

I am a maverick child born from pain filled abodes with smoke pouring from the walls.

I am a mediocre child born from unexceptional circumstances waiting for a miracle.

I am the new generation.