Intersection

Being reminded of who you are, where you came from in a time when you feel lost, confused, alone and trapped in the middle. Living and existing in the in-between, the purgatory of having shed the skin of adolescence, no longer being a boy, a teenager and waking up every day with the daily torture of a modern day Prometheus as you look at yourself in the mirror, seeing a man, a man who you don't yet know but feel like you should. You stand frozen, staring back into the eyes of that stranger on the street who smiles at you with love, compassion, like they have known you all your life and you try your hardest to remember who this is, you know them from somewhere, but you have no idea from where.