We were just kids, drunk on the idea that whatever was at the bottom of the bottle was going to save us.
And so we became alcoholics drunk on the idea of love and needing saving.
We became addicts for the feeling of not being alone.
We became junkies for the next adventure that would take us out of our heads and into our hearts.
We became alone in our fears looking for some light.
We became flowers blossoming in the light basking in what we thought would last forever.
But every flower wilts and dies decomposing and becoming one into the soil.
We became naive, and in it all we became lost.