18, now.

17, the words on my lips as the winds of times change once again. People say legal? I say pressure. People say party,  I say heartache, people say this is the time of your life,  I just look to the time when my eyes are closed and dreams are reality. More complicated than any body will ever know, too encoded,  for anyone to try and decode. Fighting my demons alone and will forever be doing so.
Marriage soon they say? Never I say.
Me, myself and I. Forever. Hollow shells and rusty halos.