Small town kids

We live in a town where The world can’t touch us. So, maybe we were made To live life on the outer, Maybe we were born for this.

The day we Learnt to run, we swore We would never go home.

A generation raised by Radio static and siren sounds Screams for some silence –Isn’t that funny?

We’re dying to disconnect The cords to the TV And just be.

So, let’s stare at the sky and Watch people passing by. Let’s forget about the world For it seems to have already Forgotten about us.

Words and Photography Stephanie Montatore