17

it's a complicated age, doubts begin and our head spins way too fast, we try to built dreams and make ourselves belive that the world turns slowly. we begin to realize all the mistakes we left behind, and sometimes our rage is so dense that we just want to scream out loud. 17, a complicated number, where nothing lasts forever, where we fall too in love to let things go, where sometimes we have to learn in the hard way and also forgive. 17 ... streets are our life, books tell us nothing, friends that can keep with us (or that we just let slipp along the way), madness is our quote and when we think that our parents do not understand us.
the wildest age, a begin and an end .. or an end and a new begin ?
once my grandpa told me that each new beginning comes from others beginning end .. maybe just maybe, at the end of the day, we realize that what we are is nothing more than a regular .. teenager