a zine about

us
By
André D’Arcy
youth is a reservoir

nostalgia or regret?

youth is an
experience

to gain,
but
forget?
 do you fall victim too?

with outcomes so insane,

who would want such a risk?
sink way below,
or binge in bliss.
“but who could love me?”
a heart longed to be missed
FEAR fear is self inflicted
fear is hiding

but fear is overwhelming

I shouldn’t even try

living in fear is faith in doubt,

living in fear is sleepless nights,
living in fear is not acting on
your beleifs,

living in fear isn’t living

LO

I’m always living in my head

I’ve lived the same day too many times,
but the dats keep going and going,
I know where I am but I still feel lost,
is there anything to ease the numbness?

I gotta get out

GROWTH but your past is the past

so fuck your old life

the good parts and the bad,

cuz nothing means anything,

but what you make mean something
fuck
fuck
your
your
old
old
life
life